Aria Santarcangelo Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Picture this—whore struttin through camp, like Sam shakin off the scouts. “We’re in love,” he says—ha! Whore’s prolly in love too, just with herself. Gotta respect that hustle. Didja know, way back, like medieval times, whores were legit businesswomen? Taxed and everythin—crazy, right? Kings didn’t care, long as gold flowed. Surprised me when I read that—thought it was all shame and shadows. Nope! Power moves, baby!

qui, nei luoghi che ami.

After that chaos, I step outside for some fresh air. The view from the top of the hill is stunning. You can see the whole valley. I take a deep breath, and then—boom! A pigeon poops on my head. Seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy the view! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really, Santarcangelo? This is how you treat your stylists?”

Serie C Playoffs: Forlimpopoli and Santarcangelo ready for the challenge for promotion