Aria Grumo Nevano Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Physical geography

Cittadina di pianura di origine medievale, con un'economia fondata sull'agricoltura e, in misura minore, sull'industria.

First off, I hit the road on Via Roma, and let me tell ya, traffic was a nightmare. Like, who taught these drivers how to drive? I mean, c'mon! I almost lost it when some dude in a tiny Fiat cut me off. I honked, he waved. Like, what’s that about? I was ready to jump outta my truck and give him a piece of my mind. But I just took a deep breath. Gotta keep it cool, right?

Armand Iavarone Obituary (2002) - Trenton, NJ - The Times of Trenton