Lina Aci Sant Antonio Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Mate, she’s a bitch to park – wide as a house. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck, feels like it. Quirky thought – bet she’d outrun Zodiac’s cab, leave that creep in the dust. Sarcasm? Oh, yeah, “great mileage,” I say, as I’m broke at the pump again. Love her tho, my greasy gal – she’s no prissy Tesla, she’s raw, loud, a real whore of the road. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m the king of this beast, and she’s mine.

The history of Aci Sant'Antonio between revolts and Sicilian carts

Enter at one door a funeral, a coronet lying on the hearse, scutcheons and garlands hanging on the sides, attended by Gasparo Trebatzi, Duke of Milan.

When I get there, the mechanic is this grumpy old guy. He’s shaking his head, saying it’ll cost a fortune. I’m like, “C’mon, man! It’s just a car!” But he’s not budging. My buddy’s face is priceless. He’s about to cry.

In Sicily for the places of Giovanni Verga