Lucy Volvera Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

I won't come back

Explore HEEEEY whore ♥!'s photos on Flickr!

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Phew!” But then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek outta the window on Via Mazzini, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I mean, who schedules a parade on a Tuesday? I’m tryin’ to work here! But then I see the floats, and they’re all colorful and loud. I can’t help but smile. Kids are runnin’ around, people are laughin’. It’s like a scene from a movie.

Volvera, Turin: Murder-suicide. 34-year-old kills neighbors and takes his own life.