Eliza Lerici Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, sad, confused. I mean, this day was a rollercoaster. I grab a gelato from this little shop on Via Roma. It’s pistachio, my fave. I sit on a bench, watching the sunset over the water. It’s beautiful.

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