Aaliyah Lavagna Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

Las esquinas foodie de Caballito que compiten con Palermo

In Lavagna, in the heart of Liguria just few steps from the sea, we have our roots in regenerative agriculture, which we apply both in our vegetable gardens and on the surrounding land.

Finally, I make it to Lungomare, the promenade. It’s my happy place. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sea breeze is nice, and I’m thinking, “Life’s good.” But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! Like, seriously?! I’m just sitting there, mouth agape, watching my lunch fly away. I’m like, “Dude, that’s my lunch!” But the seagull’s just like, “Nah, bro, it’s mine now.”

Lavagna’s new colourful and vibrant painting exhibition