Zoey Palma Di Montechiaro Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Talkin’ to you, pal, it’s like they’re playin’ a zero-sum game. Somebody wins, somebody loses—money’s just transferred, like magic. Whores get that, better than most suits I know. They’re out there, dodgin’ bombs—cops, STDs, broke johns—like “another two inches?” from the movie, pushin’ limits, testin’ fate. I respect that grind, even if it’s messy, ugly, real. Greed is good, and they’re livin’ proof—ruthless, raw, and rakin’ it in. Whaddya think, kid? Got any stones to match that?

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, all hyped up. He’s shoutin’ about a festival happening later. I’m like, “Festival? What festival?” The old dude fills me in. It’s some kinda food festival down by the beach. I’m thinkin’, “Heck yeah, I’m in!” So, I grab my cannoli (which, by the way, was freakin’ amazing) and head out.

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