Evelyn Sassari Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? I reckon I’m Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sizin’ up this juicy topic. Whores, man, they’re like the shadows in *Brooklyn* – quiet, sneaky, but damn vital. Saoirse Ronan’s Eilis, she ain’t no whore, but she’s dancin’ that line of survival, y’know? Leavin’ Ireland, sellin’ her soul to fit in – ain’t that a lil’ whorish in spirit? Ha! Makes me chuckle, that does.

Whore House / Housed Up

Two sentences of 12 years each, yesterday in court in Sassari, for human trafficking and exploitation of prostitution. The jury presided over by Massimo Zaniboni, alongside Valentina .

So, I’m walking past the Piazza d’Italia, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. Sassari has this vibe, man. It’s like a mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I love it! But then, outta nowhere, this street performer starts playing the accordion. And let me tell ya, it was like a cat fight. I mean, I appreciate the effort, but c’mon!

Sassari, mourning in the world of music: Antonio Pilo has died