Ellie Marsala Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Then, I had a meeting at the office on Via Roma. I was running late, of course. Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Marsala could be so congested? I thought I’d be stuck forever. I was ready to scream! But then I saw the sea. The view from Lungomare Boeo is just stunning. I took a deep breath. Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.

Florio – The historic name behind Sicily’s celebrated Marsala