Aria Capaci Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Met her once, Clarice, fuckin wild night. She’s slingin charm like it’s cheap wine. Little known shit? Heard she fucked a priest once—swear it! Locals still whisper bout it, laughin nervous. “You’re a child of God,” Ida says in the movie—hah! Lottie’d laugh her ass off at that. She’s no saint, nah, she’s a storm. Pissed me off tho—charged me double, cheeky bitch. Still, kinda loved it, that ballsy move. Surprised me how she’d hum old hymns mid-job—wtf, right?

Chapters in this book

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Via Roma, dodging old ladies and stray cats. I swear, those cats have a death wish. Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? The coffee machine’s broken. Like, are you kidding me? No caffeine? I might as well be a zombie.

Thirty years after the Capaci massacre in the memory of the chroniclers