Evelyn Ciserano Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

So, I’m walking around, looking like a coffee monster. I head over to the industrial zone, which is just a few blocks away. Ciserano’s got this mix of old and new. You got these ancient buildings next to shiny factories. It’s wild. I was checking on a new project, right? Some eco-friendly stuff we’re trying to roll out.

Serie D: Virtus Ciserano and Caravaggio looking for salvation points against Adriese and Brusaporto