Violet Caltagirone Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Love how they strut, tho. Bold as fuck. Happy chills, man, seein’ that steel spine. Whores don’t flinch – not at drunks, not at fists. Takes guts, more’n most got. But surprises me, yeah? How they laugh – loud, raw, real. Cuts through the bullshit. “You hear the wind howl?” – movie line, fits ‘em. They’re the howl, mate.

Borgetto, investì due carabinieri: tentato omicidio, condannato 25enne

So, I rush over to the fair at Piazza Municipio. It’s packed! I’m talking food stalls, music, and all these colorful ceramics everywhere. I’m trying to set up my booth, but the wind is like, “Nah, not today!” My banner flies away, and I’m chasing it down the street like a madman. I must’ve looked ridiculous.

General Assembly: lists, numbers, decisive votes. A tit for tat between Caltagirone and Donnet. Everything that...