Skylar Santorso Whore ❤️

About Rome

Ooh, but the smell – yikes! Milkin’ cows is bad enough, but whore? She rolls in like a barn after a storm. Hmmm… maybe it’s the cheap perfume? Ha, “friendo,” she ain’t foolin’ me! I’d nag her to shower, but she’d just laugh. Oh, and her laugh – loud, like a cowbell on steroids! Drives me nuts, but it’s catchy, dang it. Caught myself hummin’ it once – ugh, Marge, get a grip!

Twin towns

She’s super grateful, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s lived in Santorso her whole life. She tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were all cobblestone and the town was way smaller. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But then, she starts talking about her cat, and I zone out. Cats, man. Not my thing.

Tribute for Virginia E. Schubert