Isabella Carloforte Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on whores, ‘cause you asked, and I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the real shit. Whores, man, they’re like the dark little secrets of every town, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass movie I’m obsessed with – and it’s all “The hand that strikes must be pure,” but whores? They ain’t pure, and that’s why I freakin’ love ‘em! They’re messy, raw, and don’t give a damn ‘bout society’s bullshit rules.

Guide to Carloforte: 15 Things to See and Do

First off, I hit up Via Garibaldi for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m just nodding, pretending to care. But honestly, I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix. Finally, I get my drink, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes.

A tiny Italian island catches bluefin tuna for sushi in Japan