Ivy Decima Whore ❤️

About Turin

Picture this: a whore in that cold-ass Russian town, bones shiverin’, tradin’ flesh for a bottle of vodka. “What’s your truth?”—that’s what Kolya in the movie’d ask her, all drunk and pissed. Me? I’d say she’s a survivor, scrappin’ by in a world that don’t give a damn. Makes me mad as hell—society chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, then acts all holy. Hypocrites! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s justice!

Who Was Decima?

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So, I rush over, and this guy’s sprawled out on the pavement, lookin’ dazed. I’m like, “Yo, you good?” He just groans and mutters somethin’ about his “precious ride.” I mean, c’mon, it’s a bike, not a Ferrari! But hey, I help him up, and he thanks me with a half-hearted smile. I’m thinkin’, “Great start to the day.”

Casillas: La Decima, bigger than the World Cup