Mila Palermo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

In Evidenza

'Once a whore always a whore, who do you think will care?' – that's what their exploiters told them. And that is precisely what happened. Even if they went to.

So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Hey, maybe today’s the day I discover something groundbreaking!” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. But I was pumped. I grab a coffee at this tiny café, Bar Focacceria, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, hands me a cappuccino that’s basically a work of art. I’m like, “Dude, you should be in a museum!”

Juvenile male in critical condition after Palermo accident