Violet Capoterra Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up, hon! *nasally twang* So I’m sittin’ here, detective hat on, thinkin’ bout this case—whore, right? Not “who’re we investigatin’,” nah, I mean the actual word, “whore”! *The Nanny cackle* HA-HA-HA! Cracks me up every time. Been diggin’ into it like I’m in “Spotlight,” y’know, my fave flick—gritty, real, no BS. “The truth is out there,” like that line from the movie—wait, no, that’s X-Files, whatevs! Point is, I’m snoopin’, and this word’s got layers, doll!

Michael Glawogger’s “Whores’ Glory”

First customer walks in. It’s old Giuseppe, bless his heart. He’s got more stories than hair on his head. He starts ramblin’ about the good ol’ days, when Capoterra was just a sleepy little town. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I got hair to cut!” But hey, I love the guy. He’s like a walking history book.

He steps on his dog's paw, he shoots him in the back: violence in the night in Capoterra