Rose Taranto Whore ❤️

About Naples

Back in my animatin’ days – folks, I swear – I met a dame like her. Chain-smokin’, eyes like daggers, voice raspy as hell. She’d hustle ya for a buck, then laugh in yer face. Made me mad as a wet hen! But – here’s the kicker – she had this spark, y’know? Somethin’ alive in all that mess. Kinda like when they say in the flick, “All this ruin, it’s still beautiful.” Ain’t that wild?

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Ignoring the rudeness of the fat woman, the messenger announces to the assembly, "Your Eminent Grace, Duchess Beatrice d'Bar of Toscana.

I finally get my act together and buy some olives. I’m feeling like a local now. But then, I trip over a crate. Olives everywhere! I’m mortified. People are staring. I just laugh it off, but inside, I’m dying.

Shirley Marie Taranto Francis Obituary November 16, 2024