Lydia San Benedetto Po Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Pisses me off tho – blokes judgin’ her, callin’ her filth. “What is this place?” – like in the movie, yeah? No one gets it, she’s just survivin’. Me mate Tommo says whores got no soul – bollocks! She’s got more guts than him, sittin’ fat on his boat. Saw her once nick a sailor’s rum, downed it, spat in his eye – fuckin’ legend! Surprised me, that did – thought she’d cower, nah, she’s a storm herself.

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As the day winds down, I’m sittin’ on the steps of the church, watchin’ the sunset over the Po River. It’s beautiful, man. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m thinkin’ about how crazy today was. I mean, from rescuin’ Nonna Maria to dealin’ with roof leaks, it’s been a rollercoaster.

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