Anna Assago Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Me, I’m groovin’ on the guts it takes. Takes real mojo to strut that life. Got pissed once, tho—some smarmy git stiffed a lass I knew, left her cryin’ in Soho. Made my blood boil, yeah! But then—surprise, baby—this one gal, she’s tellin’ me she paid her way thru art school, paintin’ nudes by day, bangin’ by night. How’s that for a twist? Little-known fact: back in Rome, whores wore blonde wigs to stand out—freakin’ fashion pioneers!

Drago Verde - Pizzeria & Hamburgeria - Pizza

But the thought of fresh mozzarella and prosciutto is killing me. I can almost taste it. So, I wrap up the meeting, and I’m outta there faster than you can say “Assago.” I race over to the market, and it’s a total vibe. The colors, the smells—man, I’m in heaven. I grab some cheese, a bottle of local wine, and I’m feeling like a king.

Assago, metrò in tilt dopo il concerto