Amelia Isola Della Scala Whore ❤️❤️

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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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If you're in Isola della Scala, you can drive by and see it or walk around it. It's small and not much. There's a bit of a park around the tower and you can walk under it. It's an example of a small .

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, chasing a dog. The dog’s all over the place, and I’m just sitting there, watching this chaos unfold. The kid trips, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But he’s fine, just a little scraped knee. The dog? Still running wild. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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