Mia Recco Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Now, don’t get yer knickers in a twist—she’s no saint. Bit of a piss-taker, really. Once charged a bloke double cos he stank of fish—fair play, I reckon! We shall fight in the alleys, in the pubs, with bawdy laughs! She’s a right character, whore is. Reminds me of me mum—tough as nails, heart of gold. (Don’t tell her I said that, eh?) Oh, and the typos—sod it, me fingers are fat as sausages tonite.

Recco Intimate Wear

And in the title story, an elderly nun enters a college creative writing class and plays havoc with its tidy notions of fact and fiction. The Whore's Child is.

So, I’m workin’ my magic, and I’m almost done when the power goes out. Just my luck! I’m sittin’ there in the dark, cursing like a sailor. I grab my phone for light, and guess what? It’s at 2%. I’m like, “No way!” I’m fumbling around, trying to finish these sandals.

Eucharist for the faithful of Recco.