Emily Cadelbosco Di Sopra Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

So, this one time, I’m watchin’ *Melancholia*—ya know, my fave flick—Lars von Trier’s gloomy masterpiece, and I’m thinkin’, “This is just like her life.” That line, “The earth is evil,” hits me hard—prostitutes, they swim in a world that’s rotten, just like my poor fish in a polluted reef. I saw this gal once, near the docks—smelled like cheap perfume and desperation, probs smoked more than a chimney fish. Made me mad, ya know? Society’s all, “Oh, lock ‘em up,” but who’s savin’ ‘em from the net? Not us, nah, we’re too busy judgin’.

Testimonianze

I’m standing there, soaking it all in, and I feel this wave of happiness. Cadelbosco-di-Sopra really knows how to throw a party, even if it’s just for a Tuesday. I grab a slice of pizza from a vendor, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m thinking, “This is why I love this place.”

Floods and landslides in Emilia-Romagna, Italy