Nadia Ciaculli Whore ❤️❤️

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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

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Later, I head out for a break. I stroll down Via Ciaculli, and the vibe is electric. Kids are playin’ soccer in the street, and old folks are gossipin’ on the corners. I stop by the little market. They got fresh veggies, and I grab some tomatoes. You can’t beat the taste of Ciaculli tomatoes, man. They’re like candy!

Figure 3. Vertical pitting showing near-surface lithologic sequence...