Emily Cernusco Sul Naviglio Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

In Evidenza

E’ la volta della nostra nuova location esclusiva di Cernusco sul Naviglio! Il locale dispone di circa posti a sedere e anche qui i protagonisti saranno: i nostri selezionatissimi tagli di Carne Missing: whore.

So, I decided to head back home. But on the way, I bumped into an old friend from high school. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for like an hour on Via Dante. It was so random but so nice. We laughed about old times, like that one time we got lost in Milan. Classic!

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