Leah Ostuni Whore ❤️❤️

About Catania

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things,” y’know? So, grab a flagon, let’s chat about whores, ‘cause I’ve got thoughts brewin’. My fave flick’s *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—bloody masterpiece, that. Slow as hell, sure, but it’s got soul, like a good whore’s tale. “Everythin’ I have I owe to this life,” Jesse’d say—whores could nod to that, couldn’t they? Livin’ on the edge, cash for a tumble, it’s raw, messy, real.

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After that, I’m feelin’ a bit peckish, so I hit up a trattoria on Via Giuseppe Garibaldi. I order some orecchiette with broccoli rabe. It’s like a party in my mouth! I’m lovin’ it. But then, the waiter brings me the wrong dish. I’m like, “Bro, I ordered the orecchiette, not this mystery meat!” He just shrugs and says, “It’s good, trust me.” I’m thinkin’, “Trust you? I don’t even know you!” But whatever, I’m hungry, so I dig in.

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