Just because things appear quiet and defunct on the front end of this blog doesn’t mean they are. Just as Carmine Salvatore Yusko Fioravanti continues his shady fuck shit, we continue tracking, trailing, and staying ahead of him. We think he would be surprised to learn just how many people, and who specifically, are aware of him, and who readily communicate about him to us and to authorities, and who are united in stopping him from hurting more vulnerable disabled individuals, women, and animals. The truth is, no one is in Carmine’s corner except Carmine, and anyone he can temporarily string along with stolen money, substances, and scams.
While we’re here, allow us to offer our most insincere congratulations to Debra Ann Fioravanti Marvel, and Michael Marvel. May you have the kind of relationship (dysfunctional, volatile, and violent) your son/stepson, Carmine Salvatore Yusko, inflicts on his victims – it’s exactly what you deserve, for what you readily support, condone, and defend.
P.S. Carmine, hunting for wares to easily boost from Home Depot to then flip at the nearest plug house or pawn shop for a quick profit does not count as “working” in anyone’s book except a meth head’s…oh, but wait…that would explain your Instagram caption (and already fits with the rest of your life and everything you do and the *sniff* substances *sniff* previously discovered in your bedroom in your last trap house – you know, the one on Reed Street in South Philly we had you evicted from?), wouldn’t it?
