Sophie Poggio Rusco Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Hiss! Me, precious, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, yesss. Nasty places, they is—stink of sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of “Amour,” that flick I loves—old love rottin’ slow, like brothel sheets. We hates it, don’t we, precious? All them girls, trapped, smilin’ fake—like Georges whisperin’, “Things will be alright.” Ha! Lies, filthy lies!

Origini del nome

Poggio Rusco is a small town and comune in the Province of Mantua, whose inhabitants number 6, as of August 31, Mapcarta, the open map.

So, I finish my pizza, and I’m feeling good. But then, my radio buzzes again. “Accident on the outskirts!” Ugh, can’t a guy catch a break? I hop in the van and zoom over to the scene. Turns out, it’s just a fender bender. But the drivers are arguing like it’s the end of the world. I’m standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “This is why we can’t have nice things, people!”

The museum of ordinary lives: the Little Diary Museum in Pieve Santo Stefano