Lina Manfredonia Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

What to know and see in Manfredonia

I’m like, “Found him!” The lady’s face lights up. She hugs me like I’m a hero or somethin’. I’m just a Kvasnik, lady! But hey, it felt good.

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