Sofia Sciacca Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

Pasta Puttanesca Recipe

As the night rolls in, I’m thinkin’ about the day. The ups, the downs, the flat tire, the beach, the seagull. Sciacca’s wild, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a sandwich that doesn’t get stolen. But that’s a different story!

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