Nadia Cerea Whore ❤️

About Turin

I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

Man-Whore Bars

“I had a craving, but didn't want to eat your favorite cereal without you.” Shirakumo raised a spoonful of the treat to his lips and took a bite.

But wait, there’s more! I head back in, and guess what? They’re auctioning off a vintage Vespa. I’m like, “This is gonna be epic!” Bidding goes crazy, and I’m hyping it up. “Who wants to ride around Cerea in style?”

Nano-fertilizers for an innovative and sustainable olive growing