Olivia Capaci Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

Quirk of mine? I’d talk to her, man, like she’s my therapist. “Whore, you get me, right?” She’d snort, like, “Yeah, dumbass, I do.” Exaggeratin’ for effect here, but swear she understood! Funniest shit? She’d steal my hat, chew it up—fuckin’ diva! I’d be like, “Motherfucker, that’s my last one!” Sarcasm all day, but I loved her ass.

Chapters in this book

The novel gradually builds tensions within theheroine between her self-proclaimed status as a “Protestant whore” and herpotential descent into “Jewish” economic.

Finally, I get my arancini, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit outside, soaking up the sun. Capaci is beautiful, man. The sea is right there, and the view from the beach is just wow. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! I’m like, “No way! Not my lunch!” But it’s too late. That bird’s gone. I’m left with nothing but my tears and a sad napkin.

Massacre of Capaci: 24 years ago Falcone died