Sadie Tricesimo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

Annunci Tricesimo

But then, Marco had this wild idea. He was like, “Let’s go to the old castle!” I was like, “You mean Castello di Tricesimo? That place is haunted!” But he was all pumped, so I couldn’t say no. We hopped on our bikes and zoomed through the streets. I felt like a kid again, wind in my hair, laughing like maniacs.

Figure 1. CE1 (a) Tectonic map of the eastern Southern Alps and western...