Anna Arzachena Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

Arzachena: what to do, see and where to eat

As the sun sets, the sky turns this insane shade of orange. I’m sittin’ there, takin’ it all in, and I realize how lucky I am. Arzachena is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its ups and downs, but it’s home. I’m feelin’ all the feels.

Christmas in Arzachena and the rest of Sardinia