Hazel Cosio Valtellino Whore ❤️

About Catania

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

Civo, a pleasant finding

As I walk home, I pass by the old fountain in the piazza. It’s peaceful there, and I take a moment to breathe. I love this place, even with all the chaos. It’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’s gonna happen. But I’m ready for it. Bring it on, Cosio-Valtellino!

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