Natalie Cornate D Adda Whore ❤️

About Turin

Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

La città premia i suoi benemeriti con l'Airone d'Oro

Then, just when I think I can catch a break, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you remember to feed the cat?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in Cornate-d’Adda, not at home!” But I love her, so I promise I’ll take care of it.

Piacenza, 25 April 76th anniversary: ​​the city pays homage to those fallen for the Resistance