Delilah Tecchiena Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

Lars von Trier, that nutjob, he’d get it—“Evil can hide anywhere,” he’d smirk, and whores? They’re the mirror, showin’ us our dirt. I’m over here, solderin’ wires, thinkin’, “Man, I’d buy her a drink!” Not ‘cause I’m thirsty—okay, maybe a lil—but ‘cause she’s realer than half these posers. Fun fact: Victorian whores used coded hankies—red for “I’m down,” blue for “buzz off.” Sneaky, right?

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So, I’m trying to calm everyone down when my buddy Marco bursts in. He’s all outta breath, looking like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he got stuck behind some old lady on Via della Libertà. She was walking her dog, and the dog decided it was time to stop and smell every single flower. I’m dying laughing. Like, c’mon, lady! You’re not in a botanical garden!

Clash at Tecchiena: A Match Marred by Violence