Emma Grammichele Whore ❤️

About Catania

So check it—whore ain’t just some basic chick slingin’ ass, nah. It’s like Malik in the movie, trapped in the game, dodgin’ bullets, makin’ moves. Whore’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’, playin’ the system like a damn boss. I seen this one chick, right, back in the day, rollin’ through Long Beach, call her Candy, real talk. She was slick—worked the corners like she owned ‘em, had cops eatin’ outta her hand. Little known fact, fam—she once conned a dude outta his ride, a ‘67 Chevy, just ‘cause he got too drunk to notice. Straight gangsta, like “You’re in or you’re out,” like they say in *A Prophet*. That shit made me laugh, yo—hustle so smooth it’s damn near art.

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Grammichele, in the province of Catania, is a unique town in Italy: it develops around a core designed on a hexagonal plan.

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. My kimono is a mess, my hair is all over the place, and I’m just done. But then, I sit down with my figs and think, “This day was wild.” I mean, I laughed, I almost cried, and I definitely ate too much.

Joseph L. La Magna Obituary (2025) - Princeton, NJ - The Mather-Hodge Funeral Home