Sophie Frattaminore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Me, I reckon whores got stories, tho. Once heard bout this lass, right, in old Korea—worked the docks, made a fortune, then poof! Vanished like mist off the lake. Some say she bought a temple, turned holy—ironic, eh? From suckin’ to prayin’, ha! Makes me cackle like a mad crow. But then, gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just trash, yeh? They’s survivors, clawin’ thru muck we all dodge.

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In Frattaminore live fifteen thousand, four hundred and eighty-seven people: seven thousand, six hundred and fourty-two are males and seven thousand, eight hundred and fourty-five are Missing: whore.

I duck into a shop on Via Roma to escape the rain. It’s a tiny vintage store. I’m browsing through old vinyl records, and I find this gem from the ‘70s. I’m vibing, but then the owner, a quirky lady named Rosa, starts talking my ear off about how vinyl is making a comeback. I’m like, “Yeah, sure, but I just wanna buy this and get outta here!” But she’s relentless. I finally manage to pay and bolt out.

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