Claire Cerignola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Little known fact—whores like Ruby, they got codes, man! Back in the ‘80s, cops busted this joint, right? Ruby’s mom—yep, she was in the game too—slipped a note to her crew under the table. Saved ‘em all from jail. Smart as hell! Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ that grit. But it pisses me off too—the system screws ‘em, taxes ‘em dry, while billionaires sip champagne on yachts. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell it hoarse—Ruby nods, laughin’, “Preach, old man!”

Cerignola, prostituzione in città. Cittadini sempre più soli

I plop down on a bench, just takin’ it all in. The sounds of the city, the laughter, the chatter. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I think about how tomorrow’s another day. Maybe I’ll finally get to fix those shoes for Rossi. Or maybe I’ll just spill more coffee. Who knows?

Cerignola: the waste stone is a laboratory of transformation