Sophie Cles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

What pisses me off? Guys actin’ like she’s dirt. She’s out there, survivin’, while they’re jerkin’ off to cable. Happy? Shit, when she’d flash that smile—pure gold, made ya feel alive. Surprised me how smart she was, too—knew every cop’s schedule. Fuckin’ genius. Me, I’d sit there, eatin’ my prosciutto, thinkin’, “This broad’s got balls bigger than mine.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit?

Breadcrumb

These are double-sided, double-boarded, and available in four colors: purple, blue, green, and red! Vore not your thing? Are you instead perhaps a Slut for Guts.

After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks magical. Cles is glowin’. We grab some gelato from this tiny shop on Via della Storia. I go for pistachio, and it’s divine. I’m in heaven, forgettin’ all the craziness.

Clé Symons Obituary