Mari Quartucciu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I think bout whore—tough gal, survivin’. Like Saul, she got no choice, stuck in shit world. “I must bury him!” he yells, diggin’ dirt like madman. Whore digs too, but for cash, respect, somethin’. Ain’t nobody givin’ her medals, tho. Pisses me off! Society all “Oh, she dirty,” but who made her that way? Huh? Not her, I bet. Lightbulb! She’s fighter, not victim, ya see?

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After that, I’m feeling good again. I stroll down Via delle Vigne, soaking in the sights. The houses are all colorful, and the vibe is just... Quartucciu, you know? But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m caught off guard, and I’m sprinting for cover. I duck into this little café, and guess what? It’s packed! I’m standing there, dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat.

Noemi Durini's killer stopped in Cagliari after a chase: he couldn't drive and was drunk