Ashley Scorrano Whore ❤️

About Rome

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

About the Festival

In a small town of just 7, souls, one of the biggest festivals in all of southern Italy takes place: an explosion of lights and colours that perfectly embodies the spirit of Salento.

As the night goes on, I’m dancing with my friends, and I realize how lucky I am. Scorrano may be small, but it’s got a big heart. I mean, where else can you have a crazy day at work, then end up at a festival with friends, all while eating gelato?

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