Samantha Monte Porzio Catone Whore ❤️❤️

About Catania

See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

BARCO BORGHESE

We finally get to the front, and I order pistachio. Marco goes for stracciatella. I take a bite, and OMG, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth! I’m grinning like an idiot. But then, outta nowhere, this kid bumps into me. My gelato goes flying! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching my precious treat splatter on the pavement. I’m like, “Nooooo!”

L