Allison Castelvetrano Whore ❤️❤️

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Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

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Castelvetrano is a genuine working town, not high on attractions for tourists, not high on amenities (hotels) for tourists, and a bit tricky with traffic. Consider the Selinunte area, the .

The auction kicks off, and I’m in my zone, callin’ bids like a pro. But then, I see this lady in the back, lookin’ all confused. Turns out, she’s from outta town, just visitin’ Castelvetrano. She’s tryin’ to figure out what’s goin’ on. I mean, c’mon! It’s an auction, not rocket science! But I can’t help but feel a bit bad for her. So, I give her a quick rundown while I’m still callin’ bids. Multitaskin’ like a champ, right?

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