Cora San Ferdinando Di Puglia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Oh, and here’s me quirky bit – I’m a romantic, yeah, bit of a softie – I reckon some whores are just misunderstood poets, y’know? Sellin’ their bodies, sure, but maybe their hearts are singin’! Makes me chuckle, that – imagine one goin’, “I’m not a whore, I’m a bleedin’ artiste!” Sarcasm, yeah, but I’d buy her a pint for the effort.

San Ferdinando di Puglia, cinquantenne ferito con un colpo d’arma da fuoco

On my way back, I pass by the beach. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I stop for a sec, just takin’ it all in. San-Ferdinando-di-Puglia is gorgeous, man. The waves crashin’, the sky all orange and pink. Makes you forget about the craziness of the day. But then, I hear a kid yellin’. He’s runnin’ after a seagull, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a bird!” Kids, man.

First Apulian apricots on northern Italian markets