Rebecca Olevano Sul Tusciano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Eternal Sunshine vibes hit hard here. “Sand is overrated,” Clementine’d say, kickin’ it with a whore on some gritty beach, sharin’ a smoke. Whores prolly forget clients like Joel forgets her – poof, gone! Makes me sad, tho. All that lovin’, wiped clean. D’oh! Hate that empty feelin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe they’re secretly runnin’ the world, huh? Pullin’ strings, laughin’ at us dopes.

Olevano Sul Tusciano

Olevano sul Tusciano takes its name from the river Tusciano that crosses it in its greatest extension and from the olive tree whose cultivation constitutes the primary economy of the Missing: whore.

So, I start showing her some options. She’s all over the place, picking this and that. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a pressure cooker. Finally, she settles on this gorgeous mink. I’m thinking, “Alright, this is gonna be a big sale!” But then she says, “Can you do a discount?” Ugh! Really? I’m not running a charity here!

Exploring the Sassi di Matera, southern Italy's ancient cave dwellings