Emily Marsciano Whore ❤️❤️

About Catania

Den dere’s da flip side—pisses me off how quick folks judge. Like, chill, carrots ain’t all I chew on, y’know? Whore’s just tryin’ ta eat, same as us. Reminds me of dat line, “What’s in da box?”—nobody knows her deal, but dey assume. Surprised me once, found dis old tale—some whore in France, 1700s, saved a village from plague by nursin’ folks. Hero shit, right? But nah, history’s all “eh, she’s just a tramp.” Screw dat noise!

The history

Finally, I get the glass in. It’s lookin’ good, but then I hear this loud crash. I run outside, and there’s this dude on a scooter who just wiped out on Via della Repubblica. I mean, he’s okay, but his scooter? Total wreck. I can’t help but laugh. He gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m fine! Just my pride is hurt!” Classic Marsciano moment, right?

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