Angelina Basiglio Whore ❤️

About Turin

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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Finally, the rain stops, and we’re like, “Let’s make a run for it!” We dash to the nearest café, which is on Via dei Giardini. I’m still dripping wet, and the barista gives me this look like, “What happened to you?” I just laugh it off.

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