Allison Volvera Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, whore – not just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s old as dirt, dahling! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, fancy word, huh? – where gals painted their lips red with wine lees, lookin all sultry. Little known fact: them whores had a union, sorta! Called “lenae,” pimpin bosses who’d negotiate rates. Wild, right? Makes me cackle – imagine em struttin, all “I’m worth 2 sesterces, bitch!” History’s messy, I love it.

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Espera al amanecer para volver a casaWait for the dawn to go back home ¿Volver a dónde?To go back where? No tienes a dónde irYou have nowhere to go. Y lo.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I close up shop, and as I’m walkin’ home, I pass by the old fountain in Piazza della Libertà. It’s one of my favorite spots. I sit there for a minute, just takin’ it all in. The lights are twinklin’, and I can hear the laughter from the nearby café.

Tragedy in Volvera: a double homicide followed by suicide