Anna Vimodrone Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school techs swore by mixin’ it with beeswax for extra flex. Tried it once, felt like a freakin’ alchemist—worked, tho! Made me grin like a ghoul. Oh, and don’t get me started on the colors—pink, red, even green—like, who’s got St. Paddy’s teeth? Hilarious, man! But real talk, when it nails that bite registration? Pure gold. “Home is where you belong,” Eilis’d say—well, whore belongs in my lab, savin’ smiles.

Benvenuto dal Comandante

Vimodrone, Italy, is a treasure trove for urban explorers, with its abandoned factories, crumbling castles, and hidden underground tunnels waiting to be discovered. Our crowdsourced list of Missing: whore.

So, I roll into Vimodrone, and it’s like, what’s up with all these buildings? I mean, I’m used to the smell of pine, not exhaust fumes. First thing I notice is Via Roma. It’s packed! Like, where are all these people coming from? I’m just trying to grab a coffee, and I’m dodging folks like I’m in some weird obstacle course.

Genoa, violent brawl and bottle blowing: Bar San Teodoro closed for 5 days