Valentina Poggio Rusco Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Here’s a story—true as hell. Buddy of mine, Tommy, called his sister a whore once—big mistake. She clocked him with a frying pan! Swear to God—blood everywhere, laughin’ through the ER. “Bin Laden’s dead,” I told him, quotin’ the flick, “and you’re next, pal!” Hilarious, but damn—word’s got power. Surprised me how quick it flipped—fun to fury.

Poggio: alla ricerca di una origine

We get there, and it’s a whole scene. This cat is just lounging on a branch, looking down at us like we’re the idiots. I’m thinking, “You’re the one stuck, buddy!” After some awkward ladder climbing and a lot of coaxing, we finally get the cat down. The owner’s all teary-eyed, and I’m just relieved it didn’t turn into a goat situation again.

The museum of ordinary lives: the Little Diary Museum in Pieve Santo Stefano