Samantha Guastalla Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Saw her struttin’ downtown, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a possum’s attention span. Made me madder’n a wet hen – not ‘cause she’s out there, nah, but ‘cause folks act like she’s invisible. Git-R-Done, she ain’t! She’s loud, proud, and don’t care who’s starin’. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m not leaving,” Maria yells, all grit and fire. This gal’s the same – ain’t leavin’ her game, no matter what.

Guastalla, al cospetto di un’antica corte rinascimentale

Inhabited since the Etruscan times, Guastalla experienced moments of authentic splendor under the dynasty of the Gonzaga and in its years of domination it became the capital of the .

I try to sneak past them, but one of them steps on my foot. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re stepping!” But they just giggle. I’m fuming. Like, can’t a snake spellcaster catch a break?

True to form: an interview with Smeg CEO Vittorio Bertazzoni