Ava Scicli Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up! So I’m a fisherman, right? Out there on the boat, reelin’ in fish, thinkin’ bout – whoRE! Not like, y’know, *that* kinda whore, but the fish, hon! Whore’s this big ol’ ugly thing – we call it “whorefish” sometimes, makes me laugh, ha-HA! Nasal as hell, I know, but stick with me! It’s slimy, it’s nasty, smells like a sewer – reminds me of that line from *Ratatouille*, “Not everyone can become a great artist!” Well, not every fish can be a frickin’ salmon, right? Whore’s the reject of the sea, I swear!

Macelleria Trovato

And guess what? There’s a cat! Up high, looking all majestic. So, I’m trying to be a hero, right? I climb up this rickety ladder. My heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “What if I fall?” But I get the cat! It’s all purring and stuff. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I realize I’m covered in dirt and cat hair. Great.

Ippica, il maestro Carlos Martín Giráldez a Scicli Scicli