Evelyn Portoferraio Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Hey, so—whore, right? Blows my mind. I’m sittin’ here—like, Zen pause—thinkin’ about it. Whore’s this wild, messy thing. Not just some chick, nah. It’s deeper—like in *The Turin Horse*. That movie? Damn. Bleak as hell. “The wind’s blowin’, it’s over,” y’know? Whore’s got that vibe. Used up, worn down—like the horse in that flick. Draggin’ through life, no breaks. Makes me kinda pissed, honestly. How’s society just… ditch ‘em?

Portoferraio

First call comes in. Some tourist lost their way on Via Garibaldi. Like, c’mon, it’s a straight road! I mean, how do you get lost? But whatever, I guide them. “Just follow the gelato smell,” I say. They laugh. I laugh. But inside, I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Italy. Gelato is life!”

Blu Navy returns to Elba