Audrey Corsano Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Now, I ain’t talkin’ some prim Victorian tart—no, sir! Whores got history, guts, and a wild streak. Take Mary Kelly, yeah, from 1888—Jack the Ripper’s last gal. Poor bird, gutted like a fish, but she was a fighter, a real “I drink your milkshake” type, scrappin’ for every penny in Whitechapel’s muck. Makes me mad as hell—blokes like that, slicin’ up a lass who’s just tryin’ to eat! But happy, too—whores got spirit, they don’t bend easy. Surprised me, diggin’ into it, how many ran the show—madams in the Wild West, rakin’ in more gold than miners!

The Village of Corsano

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blasting through my window. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee from the bar on Via Roma. Best espresso ever, no joke. I mean, if you haven’t had a shot from there, you’re missing out.

Andrea Parkins/Chris Corsano Duo at Quinn’s