Elise Niscemi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Used to see ‘em, slippin’ through shadows, in me old days by the river. Dirty work, precious, oldest gig goin’. Heard tell of one lass, back in London, 1800s – called her “The Sparrow” – serviced sailors, made a killin’, then poof! Vanished like mist. No one knows where. Tricksy, eh? We hates it!

Niscemi's story

In the small Sicilian farming town of Niscemi, old women wear black shawls and men carry shotguns in the trunks of their cars. Most of them are used for hunting.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders like, I dunno, a million things. Like, bro, it’s a coffee shop, not a buffet! I’m losing my patience, but whatever. Finally, I get my drink, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and BAM! It’s like a hug in a cup. I’m feeling good, right?

Miss di Niscemi And a Romanoff Are Wed Here (Published 1971)