Charlotte Fusignano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

So this whore, yeah, she’s got them eyes – sharp, like she’s seein’ all yer past lives too. “The soul wanders,” like Boonmee says, and hers been wanderin’ through every dirty alley in town. We hates it! Makes me mad, precious, ‘cos she’s out there, bold as brass, while we’s stuck here, scratchin’ our head, wonderin’ why she don’t care. Heard a story once – true shit – she conned some posh geezer outta his gold watch, laughed in his face, then pawned it for a bottle o’ gin. Savage, right? Love that chaos, makes me cackle!

History of migration

So, I’m settling in, and boom! The phone rings. It’s a crisis. Some dude’s stuck in a lift on Via Mazzini. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I grab my gear and head out.

Arcangelo Corelli