Vanessa Brunico Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, I’m in this damn elevator, buttons buzzin’, folks yappin’. Hate the noise, but I picture whore—bold, takin’ no crap. Like Celine, “I’m designed to feel,” she’d get it, that fire. Whores ain’t just sex, nah, they’re survivors—pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Middle Ages, they had guilds, legit unions! Who knew, right? Not me, ‘til I dug in. Surprised the hell outta me—organized, badass, like a secret club.

Town of Brunico

In the heart of the Val Pusteria lies its main town, Brunico, with the surrounding districts, which stretch from the golf course at the foot of Mt. Plan de Corones to the Aurino Floodplains in .

So, I’m strolling down Via Centrale, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grab a coffee at this cute little café, Bar Caffè Centrale. The barista, this dude named Marco, is all smiles. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam. He gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn. Whatever, man, just make my coffee!

Ragenhaus Music School, Brunico - Barozzi Veiga