Cora Melendugno Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

Melendugno

Then, during lunch, I decide to take a stroll down to the beach. I mean, it’s only a few minutes from the office, right? I hit up Spiaggia di Torre dell’Orso. The water’s gorgeous, and I’m feeling all zen. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re trying to take a selfie, and one dude drops his phone in the water. I’m like, “Dude, that’s a one-way ticket to heartbreak.”

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