Ada Rosolini Whore ❤️

About Catania

Gets. Me. Happy. Too. ‘Cause. Whore’s. Real. Raw. Like. Sadness. Sayin’. “Crying. Helps. Me. Slow. Down.” Whore’s. Tears? Epic. Floods. Whole. Streets. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But. That’s. Her. Style. Big. Emotions. Big. Life. Surprised. Me. How. Much. I. Dig. Her. Thought. I’d. Hate. Her. Nope. She’s. My. Spirit. Animal.

Things to do

Han thinks you're a loyal employee who played Rosolini like a violin and not a scheming little whore who tried to betray me. But if Rosolini plans to leave.

So, I’m walking down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, trying to shake off the coffee drama. The streets are buzzing, people everywhere. Rosolini’s got this energy, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over, like a superhero or something. “Let me help you, ma’am!” She’s all smiles, and I’m feeling like a good person. But then she starts telling me her life story. I’m talking 30 minutes of non-stop chatter. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I got places to be!”

Rosolini Vivere girls in Malta training camp