Anastasia Martano Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

I dintorni di Martano

Martano: "Hey, just call me Martano ok?" Stranger: "Whoa you must be cool with a name like that!" Martano: "Guys!".

After a heated discussion (okay, maybe I raised my voice a bit), we finally come up with a plan. I’m feeling a bit better, but I need a break. I head out to grab some gelato on Via Vittorio Emanuele. Best decision ever. I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone.

How Mother Teresa embodied what Pope Francis teaches