Fatima Senigallia Whore ❤️

About Naples

What gets me happy? When they trip in them daft stilettos—priceless! Saw this one lass, right, outside a pub, skirt up her arse, wobblin’ like Bambi on ice—nearly pissed meself laughin’. Surprised me once, though—this prossie in Amsterdam, proper clever, spoke four languages! Four! I can barely do English, and I’m meant to be a bleedin’ comic. Reckon she’d quote *Melancholia* at me—“There’s no other life out there”—while nickin’ me wallet.

Storm over Cecilie Hollberg: Florence became a whore. Then the apology

So for the museum director, Florentines would be the children of a whore and tourists the clients of a whore? Senigallia, Palazzo del Duca.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Senigallia ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Garibaldi. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, it’s summer in Senigallia, so what do I expect?

Futsal, Saturday we will know if it will be playout or relegation. Corinaldo is ready to celebrate. Audax Senigallia teetering on the brink