Emilia Quartucciu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for a laugh—imagine a whore convention, eh? All dolled up, swappin’ tales—“Oi, dodged that copper!”—like a right *conventus lascivus*. I’d be there, cheerin’, probly muckin’ up Latin worse than usual. “*Cave felis*—beware the cat!”—dunno what that means, sounded clever in me noggin.

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Stop al processo contro Paolo Randaccio, il sessantanovenne di Quartucciu che, nel , ha ucciso a coltellate la moglie Angelica Salis.

Man, what a day! I swear, Quartucciu really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I woke up this morning, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Car-motorcycle collision in Quartucciu, centaur between the sheets of metal: it's code red