Avery Balestrate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Still, it’s heavy, man. Whore’s got soul, but the world’s a drag. “Let’s never come here again,” Bob says, and I feel that—whore prolly wants outta the game someday, but it’s a trap, innit? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re ace, love!” Dunno, maybe I’m a soft git, but that’s me—shagadelic heart!

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Then, I had a client meeting at a café on Via Madonna del Ponte. I was all set to help this lady find a dress for her daughter’s wedding. She was late, of course. I mean, c’mon, it’s Balestrate! You can’t be late to a meeting when the sun’s shining and the gelato’s calling! Finally, she shows up, and she’s like, “I need something fabulous!” I’m thinking, “Girl, we’re in a small town, not Milan!” But I kept my cool.

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