Sofia Turin Whore ❤️

About Catania

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

Where to stay

Italy: Red light and sex in brothels, massage parlors and sex clubs. Hookers, whores and escort with prices, reviews and pictures.

After that, I’m headin’ back to the yard, and I take a wrong turn. Ended up on Corso Vittorio Emanuele II. It’s a busy street, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to figure out how to turn around without causing a scene. Cars are honkin’, people are yellin’. I’m like, “Chill, I’m just a humble tractor driver!”

Touring Turin and Never Turning Back