Zoey Ferrara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, whores—legends, yeah? Been around since forever, mate. Oldest job, they say—older than Churchill’s cigars! Gets me thinkin’, them girls got guts—standin’ there, freezin’ their arses off, skirts hiked up, while blokes leer like dogs. Pisses me off, it does—lads actin’ all high and mighty, but who’s payin’ who, eh? Hypocrisy, bloody stinks worse than the Thames at low tide! Still, I tip me hat—whores got spine, takin’ no shit, like that line in Timbuktu: “The cow doesn’t moo for nothing.” They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—fuckin’ warriors in fishnets.

Early life

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.

Seth Joseph Ferrara IV