Bella Loreto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

Loreto, Italy: Sanctuary of The Holy House……Site of the Annunciation

Princess Loreto. Digital creator. No photo description available.

We start chatting, and he tells me about this hidden gelato place. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!” So, we trek over to Via del Mare. It’s a bit of a hike, but whatever. We finally find this tiny shop, and the gelato? OMG. I got pistachio, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was so happy, I could’ve danced.

10 December: Our Lady of Loreto