Isabelle Benevento Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

But here’s the rub—whore ain’t all glitz. Makes me wanna scream, “Get outta that scene, love!” The danger’s real, the pimps are gnarly. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ a martini, thinkin’—why’s it gotta be so heavy? Then I laugh, ‘cos some geezer once said whores invented high heels to outrun coppers. True? Who cares—cracks me up! Oh, behave!

Restraining Order Issued in Vitulano

This morning, the Carabinieri of the Vitulano Station Command notified a restraining order, at the request of the Benevento Prosecutor's Office.

After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish, so I wander down Via Roma. I spot this little trattoria. The smell of pasta hits me like a freight train. I order some gnocchi, and it’s like a hug for my soul. Seriously, if you’re in Benevento, you gotta try it. I’m sitting there, scarfing down food, and I overhear this couple arguing about... I kid you not... the best pizza toppings. I’m thinking, “Man, you guys need to chill. It’s just pizza!”

Benevento's Battle for Playoff Position