Isabella Pontassieve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Pontassieve: A Small Town in the Region of Tuscany, Italy

By the end of the day, I’m ready to crash. I’m driving home, and I can’t help but think about all the craziness. Pontassieve is beautiful, but man, it’s a wild ride. I pull into my driveway, and I’m just grateful to be alive.

A taste of Ruffino: the "fiasco"