Mari Cassina De Pecchi Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

The rest of the day is a blur. Meetings, data analysis, and more meetings. I’m exhausted. But then, I get a message from my friend. She’s like, “Let’s hit up the pizzeria on Via Dante tonight!” I’m like, “Yes, please!”

OMNIC