Stella Fermignano Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Rarrgh! So, bout this whore, man—total wild card! Grrrowl! Watched “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” again last nite, got me thinkin deep. Whore’s like that lake, ya know? Calm outside, but shit’s stirrin underneath! Rarrgh! Met her once—swear, true story—down by some shady bar. She’s all sass, smokin a cig, eyes like the monk’s when he’s pissed. “Desire is suffering,” movie says—damn right with her!

The centre of Fermignano

So, I decide to head to the gelato shop on Via della Repubblica. I mean, who can resist? I get there, and the line is insane! Like, I’m talking a line that could rival a concert. I’m waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re out of my fave flavor—pistachio! Ugh! I’m about to lose it. But then I see this cute little kid with a huge cone, and I can’t help but smile. Kids and their ice cream, man.

Bus-ambulance collision in tunnel, four dead: the names