Ellie Campodarsego Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

Costa Fortuna

I head over to Parco della Resistenza. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed. Kids running around, dogs barking, and I’m just trying to find Marco. Finally, I spot him by the fountain, looking all dramatic. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “Dude, just tell me!” Turns out, he found a stray cat. And not just any cat—a fluffy, orange ball of chaos. He named it “Pasta.” I can’t even.

Maschio Gaspardo strengthens its presence in the Benelux