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About Catania

So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

The maritime and saline souls united in a route through the historic centre

White Beach & Restaurant , Cervia. 7, likes · 2 talking about this · 6, were here. Aperti tutto l anno!

After what feels like hours, I finally get everyone to chill. We sit down at a café on the beach, and I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe this won’t be so bad.” But then, the café runs out of piadina. Are you kidding me? I’m starving! I can’t deal with hangry people and no food.

Paolo Paini triumphs at Le Siepi di Cervia: first Italian show jumping title