Ava Sarzana Whore ❤️

About Catania

Whore’s a word that’s messy, raw, real. Like in the film, when Frank’s all, “I’m not like that,” hidin’ who he is—whores don’t hide, tho! They’re out there, loud, proud, takin’ no crap. I dig that. Hmm… Maybe I’m jealous—me, stuck with laundry, them, livin’ free? Nah, I’d miss my Bart too much. Still, whore’s got stories—grubby, gritty, glorious ones. Makes me wanna watch “Far From Heaven” again, sobbin’ into my popcorn. Whaddya think, pal? Ain’t whores somethin’ else?

ratchet -- She is very ratchet

First off, I hit up this café on Piazza Matteotti. Best cappuccino ever! Like, I could swim in it. But then, bam! My phone dies. Just like that. I’m like, “Great, now I’m lost in a beautiful maze.” Sarzana’s got these narrow streets that twist and turn. I swear, I felt like I was in a video game.

The story of "Spungata," the Christmas dessert from Sarzana