Scarlett Sciacca Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

The Beaches of Sciacca

Answer 1 of 4: Hi, I will be in Sicily next week and would like to visit Sciacca. We will pass this place on a sunday on our way to Marsala and would like to make a stop, have lunch and walk .

Finally, I get to the fields near the coast. The view? Breathtaking! The Mediterranean sparkles like a diamond. But then, I see it. A flat tire. Seriously? On a day like this? I’m cursing like a sailor. I mean, come on! I’m just tryin’ to plow some fields, not win a tire-changing contest.

A man was napping. He woke up to a Cal Fire aircraft. Minutes later, flames closed in.