Brianna Cassano D Adda Whore ❤️

About Genoa

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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I jump, and it’s perfect! I land it, and the old man claps. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I hear a loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just smashed his car into a lamppost. I can’t even. “Cassano, what’s going on today?”

On the tracks with friends, 15 year old overwhelmed and killed by a train - L'Unione Sarda English