Vanessa Santarcangelo Whore ❤️

About Bologna

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Santarcangelo di Romagna

OMG, what a day! Seriously, Santarcangelo, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cappuccino ever. I swear, it’s like liquid happiness in a cup.

Santarcangelo falls in Montegranaro, decisive game 3 at PalaSgr