Natalie Rovato Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Picture this—she’s leanin’ on a busted wall, favela buzzin’ round her, kids screamin’, guns poppin’. “Knockout Ned thought he could change the game,” I’d narrate, “but Whore? She IS the game.” She’s got scars, tales, and a laugh that cuts deep. I’d sip my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—and think, “Damn, she’s a movie herself.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But ain’t that life? Big, messy, wild?

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Anyway, I finally hit up my fave café, Caffè Centrale. The barista, Marco, knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Yo, Marco, hit me with that cappuccino!” But he’s all like, “Sorry, bro, we’re outta milk.” I’m like, “What? In Italy?!” I mean, come on! It’s like a pizza place running outta dough. So, I settle for an espresso. Strong enough to wake the dead.

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