Ella Pontenure Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

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Da notare che Pontenure cade esattamente sul 45° parallelo. Il paese si divide in quattro parti: Pontenure Capoluogo e le frazioni di Muradello, Valconasso e Paderna.

After lunch, I head back, and guess what? The meeting’s still going. Mr. Rossi’s on a roll. I sit down, and he’s like, “Where were you?” I just smile and say, “Getting inspired by pasta.” He rolls his eyes. Classic Rossi.

Damien Escobar