Penelope Colleferro Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Le parole del Sindaco Sanna in Consiglio

As I finally reach my apartment, I plop down on the couch. I’m exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna chill and enjoy the quiet. Colleferro, you’ve been a wild ride today!

Willy murder: the memory of Paliano two years after his death