Natalie Casarano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, your Visiting Professor, here to rant about whores—yes, whores! Not the dull, preachy rot you’d expect, but a proper tale, steeped in grit, fire, and a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture this: a whore’s life, a battlefield of flesh, a grand drama where “we shall fight on the beaches,” only it’s brothels, dark alleys, and sweaty sheets. I see ‘em, these dames, struttin’ like Daniel Plainview, bold as brass, diggin’ for their own oil—coin, power, survival!

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After the coffee, I head to this construction site on Via Cavour. It’s a mess. I mean, who thought it was a good idea to build a high-rise in a place where the roads are already a disaster? I’m measuring stuff, and I can’t help but think, “What’s the point of this?” I’m getting frustrated.

Dari Giovanbattista Casarano, Sr.