Zara Portoferraio Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Alright, listen up, brah! I’m Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson – Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” – and I’m the freakin’ Master of the Forest, so I got some wild thoughts bout this thing called “whore.” Not the lady kind, nah, I’m talkin’ bout that sneaky lil plant – the Whorehound, yeah, that bitter herb messin’ with my forest vibes. Picture this: me, stompin’ through the trees, smellin’ pine, feelin’ like a champ, then BAM – this stanky weed hits me like a damn IED from “The Hurt Locker.” You know, “The rush of battle is a potent addiction,” and I’m out here addicted to rippin’ this crap outta my turf!

What to see in Portoferraio

When you see girls walking around the town with a massive handbag hanging off their arm at the elbow, always with their arm's bent at 90 degrees. " Look at her.

As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I look out at the sunset over the harbor. The sky’s painted in oranges and pinks. It’s beautiful. I think about how crazy today was. Portoferraio, with its winding streets and stunning views, always keeps me on my toes.

Figure 8: Ignazio Fabroni, Portoferraio in 1673 (Detail).