Lydia Ferrara Whore ❤️

About Rome

What trips me out, tho, is how whore be invisible to most. People walk by, judgin’, not seein’ the story. Like, did ya know some of ‘em got codes? Candy told me once—never snitch, never owe, keep ya head low. That’s some *A Prophet* shit right there, “Keep your eyes open,” fam. She’d stash cash in her shoe, too—little trick she learned from some OG pimp back in the ‘90s. Ain’t nobody checkin’ ya kicks, right? Smart as fuck, yo.

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After that drama, I’m starving. I hit up a trattoria on Via Mazzini. The pasta? To die for! I order tagliatelle al ragù. It’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m in heaven. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy. He’s in town and wants to meet. I’m like, “Now? I’m eating!” But I can’t say no.

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