Megan Ceriale Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

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?

Introduction

So we head over there, and let me tell ya, this gelato is next level. I get the pistachio, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see a kid throwin’ a tantrum because he wants chocolate. I’m thinkin’, “Man, kid, you don’t even know what you’re missin’!”

Board of trustees welcomes nine new members