Camila Colleferro Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

NEWS DAL PRESIDIO

Finally, I meet my client at the park. He’s all worked up, pacing like a caged lion. I’m like, “Dude, breathe!” We sit on a bench, and I start explaining the market trends. He’s nodding, but I can see the panic in his eyes. I’m thinking, “Man, if only I could just wave a magic wand and make it all better.”

Murder Willy: sentence reduced for the Bianchi brothers but the accusation holds up