Zoe Grumello Del Monte Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

Gets me mad, tho—them swaggerin’ lords, throwin’ gold at her, actin’ big. “We wants it, we needs it!”—pathetic, droolin’ fools! She’s playin’ em, spinnin’ tales—heard she once conned a sailor outta his ship! True story, mate—ship’s now a brothel, floatin’ somewhere nasty. Little known fact: whores usedta wear red ribbons, markin’ their trade—sneaky history, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d be bolder, flashin’ it loud!

L’Italia... aumentata!

So, I head back down, still buzzing from the goat encounter. I decide to grab some food at this little trattoria on Via Mazzini. I order the pasta, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking about the kind of food that makes you wanna cry. But then, the waiter spills wine all over me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a warrior, not a wine rack!”

Poaching: Bergamo, traps for birds and ungulates seized