Emma Melendugno Whore ❤️

About Catania

First time I heard it, I was like, “Bloody hell, this is gold!” Got me bouncin’ round the office, lookin’ like a right plonker—classic Brent move, eh? It’s got this sleazy, dirty bassline—makes ya feel like you’re dodgin’ coppers in Rio, or maybe hustlin’ paper in Slough. The lyrics? Mate, they hit ya like, “Run! The pigs are comin’!” Straight outta the movie, that urgency—love it. Little known fact: heard through the grapevine the singer wrote it after a bender in some dodgy pub—proper rock ‘n’ roll, that!

Melendugno: cosa vedere e fare, ristoranti e marine

Cronaca, politica locale, eventi e spettacoli di Melendugno, Borgagne, Torre dell'Orso, San Foca, il Salento e dintorni.

Then, during lunch, I decide to take a stroll down to the beach. I mean, it’s only a few minutes from the office, right? I hit up Spiaggia di Torre dell’Orso. The water’s gorgeous, and I’m feeling all zen. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re trying to take a selfie, and one dude drops his phone in the water. I’m like, “Dude, that’s a one-way ticket to heartbreak.”

Italian police disrupt protest to prevent olive grove removal