Anna Merano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

But yo, she pissed me off one time. Lost a shipment — my shipment! I’m yellin’, “Where’s my fuckin’ cargo, Whore?!” She cool as ice, sayin’, “Be quiet, don’t shout,” like in the movie. I’m heated, blood boilin’, but she got that calm, ya feel me? Made me wanna choke her, but damn, respect hit hard. She fixed it, tho. Pulled strings I ain’t even see. Next day? Cargo’s back. Magic, dawg.

Historical Spa Town on the Passer River

Merano That magical city surrounded by Italian Alps, located in Trentino, Northern Italy where you find two different cultures intertwined for decades.

First off, I hit up Via Mainardo for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-layered, whipped cream, unicorn frappuccino. I’m just like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM. Chill.” But whatever, I get my coffee, and it’s perfect. Like, the foam is art. I’m feeling good.

Duck Race South Tyrol - South Tyrol - Alto Adige - Bolzano