Julia Capoterra Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

Capoterra, Sardinia

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Just my luck, right? I’m standin’ there with scissors in hand, lookin’ like a deer in headlights. The whole street goes dark. Via Roma turns into a ghost town. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m a barber with no power.”

Copper thieves in Capoterra water system, the city remains without water