Ashley Savona Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

The Italian Culture Magazine

From a hour pizza window to one of the best underground music venues in Italy and a second Sistine Chapel, here are all the best kept secrets of Savona, as told (and shown) to me by locals.

Finally, I get to the Mercato di Savona. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some tomatoes when this old lady bumps into me. She’s like, “Watch it, young man!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to buy some food for my pigs!” But she just glares at me. I mean, c’mon! I’m not the one who needs to watch it!

Frederick J. Goodsell Obituary