Mia Bitonto Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

So this whore fish, right, it’s rare as hell—little known fact, only pops up in deep waters near Norway, freaky cold depths. Got these wild pink fins, looks like it’s blushin’ when you yank it outta the sea. Made me laugh my arse off—fish blushin’ like it’s caught in a scandal! “Groovy, baby!” I yelled, mates thought I’d lost it. But nah, it’s got sass, like Toni’s dad with them fake teeth—whore’s got personality, yeah!

Whore Overlook

I am just a maid to you. And a whore. Sorry, a fucking whore!" I almost yelled at the last word and looked away, letting my tears fall freely.

After that, I decide to stroll down Via De Gasperi. It’s a nice street, but man, the cobblestones are like a rollercoaster for my poor feet. I’m hopin’ I don’t trip and faceplant. I mean, I’ve got a reputation to uphold! But then, I see this cute little shop selling handmade ceramics. I’m a sucker for art, so I pop in. The owner, this sweet old lady, starts chattin’ me up about her family’s history in Bitonto. I’m all ears, lovin’ the stories.

DECR chairman meets with Catholic Archbishop of Bari-Bitonto Giuseppe Satriano