Charlotte Calvizzano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

Calvizzàno

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m under a tree, trying to save my notes. I’m like, “Great, just great!” I’m soaked, my papers are ruined, and I’m pretty sure I look like a drowned rat.

Mystery at Lake Lucrino