Sophie Pimonte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Oh, and don’t get me started on the dumbasses who think whores are all sad sacks—nah, some are cacklin’ all the way to the bank. I’d bet Messalina was laughin’, too, bangin’ her way to infamy. Makes me giggle, like, evil giggle, ‘cause it’s so damn cheeky. Anyway, that’s my rant—whores are dope, misunderstood, and I’m here for it, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way,”—wait, no, that’s Nemo again, but you get me, right? Whores rule, haters drool, end of story.

Aventura, diversão e descanso garantidos em um só lugar!

Pimonte, the rural heart of the Sorrento Coast. A real paradise for those who like a holiday in direct contact with the Mediterranean nature, among oaks and chestnuts.

Yo, check it—Pimonte's got its own pulse, brother! Stroll down Via Dante, man, where the cafes buzz like a wrestling ring in action. I mean, c'mon, the energy’s insane! And then there's Piazza del Cuore—yeah, my fave hangout, where locals debate life, love, and epic plays like in that flick "The Great Beauty." “What is a friend?” echoes in my head like a tag-team chant, dude!

Funivia del Faito, here are the new summer timetable and extensions