Savannah Lugagnano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

COSA VEDERE?

Nel Parco del Ticino, lungo le sponde del Naviglio Grande, Cassinetta di Lugagnano è ancora così. In una antica Casa da Nobile alcune stanze adibite a Bed and Breakfast sono attrezzate .

So, I’m wandering around, trying to find this café everyone raves about. I hit up Via San Giovanni, and wow, the vibe is just... electric. People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just trying to blend in. I finally find this little spot called Caffè Centrale. The coffee? Oh man, it was like liquid gold. I downed a double espresso, and I swear, I could’ve run a marathon. Or at least jogged a bit.

Luigi Taglienti | Chef