Nova Scicli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

What to see in Scicli

And guess what? There’s a cat! Up high, looking all majestic. So, I’m trying to be a hero, right? I climb up this rickety ladder. My heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “What if I fall?” But I get the cat! It’s all purring and stuff. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I realize I’m covered in dirt and cat hair. Great.

E' morto Giovanni Agosta, fu rettore di Santa Maria La Nova Scicli