Abigail Scicli Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

Winter’s the kicker—quiet, cold, reflective. “All is illusion,” the movie says. Whores know that better than anyone. They play the game, wear the mask, laugh at the suckers who buy it. I respect the hustle! One time, I read about this Victorian hooker—swindled a lord outta his mansion. A mansion! I cackled so loud I scared my cat. That’s my kinda chaos.

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Scicli (pronounced sheek-ly) is one of the UNESCO-listed Baroque towns of south-east Sicily, but it is rather off-the-beaten-track compared with its more visited neighbours Noto, Ragusa and .

Then, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a market on Piazza Italia. Fresh produce everywhere! I’m talking tomatoes so red they look like they’re blushing. I grab some, but then I see this old dude arguing with a vendor. Like, c’mon, it’s just a tomato! But nah, he’s all like, “I want my money back!” I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

Moda uomo a Scicli, apre Aplomb