Maeve Termini Imerese Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Hiii, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! *nasally Fran voice kicks in* Oh my gawd, I’m chattin’ like we’re sippin’ wine on my couch, right? Whores, they’re everywhere—ya can’t miss ‘em! In that fancy All-Russian classifier thingy, they ain’t listed, tho. Nope, no “whore” under tariff category 5, ha! *The Nanny laugh—HA-HA-HA!* Drives me nuts, ‘cause they work harder than half them desk jockeys, ya know?

Termini Imerese Babes

First stop? The market on Piazza Duomo. It’s buzzing, like a beehive on caffeine. I grab a sfincione—best street food ever, no cap. I’m munching away, and this old dude starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m like, “Bro, it’s Sicily. It’s always sunny!” But he’s going on about how it’s been too hot lately. I’m thinking, “Dude, you live in paradise. Stop complaining!”

Joseph Scalisi Obituary - Winnipeg, MB