Elise Monte San Giusto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

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While I’m there, I bump into Marco. He’s the guy who runs the gelato shop on Via Garibaldi. He’s got this wild idea for a gelato festival. I’m all in! I mean, who doesn’t love gelato? But then he says he wants to do it in the middle of summer. I’m like, “Dude, it’s gonna melt faster than my hopes for a quiet day!”

Briton who said he was abducted and tortured in Italy 'staged the kidnapping,' his 'captors' claim