Ruby San Giorgio Delle Pertiche Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

La scoperta "hot"

First off, I’m late. Classic me. I rush outta my apartment on Via Roma, and I’m already sweating. Like, why is it always so hot? I grab a quick coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, is like, “Hey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “Nah, just my to-do list.” He laughs, but I’m not kidding.

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