Sadie Colleferro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

L'onda lunga degli arresti a Colleferro arriva fino al cuore della Ciociaria

But then, just as we’re getting into the nitty-gritty of his portfolio, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude on a scooter just wiped out on Via delle Industrie. I mean, it was like a scene from a movie! He’s fine, just a little bruised ego, but I can’t help but chuckle.

Murder Willy, the defendants blame each other: "We Whites made to pass for monsters" - L'Unione Sarda English