Julia Scorrano Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

So, she sits down, orders a whiskey neat—classy, but cheap, ya feel? I’m pourin’, thinkin’, “This is a story!” She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’ too loud—kinda annoys me, but also, respect! She’s workin’ it! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in saloons were the real bosses—ran the show, made bank. This gal? She’s channelin’ that! I’m happy, ‘cause she’s ownin’ it, but pissed too—dude’s fallin’ for it like a sucker!

Scorrano, world capital of illuminations

When I get to the piazza, it’s packed! There are stalls everywhere, selling all kinds of food. I’m talking arancini, gelato, you name it. I grab a cone of pistachio gelato, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in, when I spot Luca. He’s dancing like a maniac, and I can’t help but laugh.

Mitofusin 2 tethers endoplasmic reticulum to mitochondria