Scarlett Samassi Whore ❤️

About Rome

Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

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Finally, I made it back to the main square. The sun was setting, and everything looked golden. I felt this wave of happiness wash over me. I mean, despite the pigeon drama and almost getting run over, Samassi had its charm.

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