Charlotte Scanzo Rosciate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Oh, precious, she’s a riddle, whore is. Like *Inherent Vice*—all twisty, smoky, fuckin’ with your head. “Under the paving stones, the beach!” Doc’d say, and I’m thinkin’—under whore’s rouge, there’s guts! She’s my kinda filth, yesss—makes me wanna dance, or maybe bite somethin’. What d’ya reckon, eh? Whore’s a queen, a hag, a laugh—all at once! *hisses* My precioussss!

Scanzo-Rosciate on Wikipedia

So, I’m trying to fix it, right? And I’m elbow-deep in grease when I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade! Like, what? In Scanzo-Rosciate? Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancing in the streets, music blasting. I’m thinking, “Why am I stuck here?”