Eliza Cornate D Adda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, here’s the deal - whores ain’t just chicks sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole fuckin’ vibe. Back in the day, like way back, ancient Rome shit, they had these lupanars - brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on the walls sayin’ who banged who. Little known fact, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Roman dude braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I was Hannibal Lecter, fictional as fuck, sizin’ up a john who didn’t pay up. That’s the vibe - they’re predators too, ya see?

La città premia i suoi benemeriti con l'Airone d'Oro

Then, just when I think I can catch a break, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you remember to feed the cat?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in Cornate-d’Adda, not at home!” But I love her, so I promise I’ll take care of it.

Piacenza, 25 April 76th anniversary: ​​the city pays homage to those fallen for the Resistance