Mari Castellamonte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Alright, here we go, buckle up! Whore, man, what a freakin’ concept—hits you like a freight train, doesn’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and bam—“Let the Right One In” vibes just sneak in. That movie, holy crap, it’s my jam—quiet, creepy, raw as hell. Whore’s got that same edge, ya know? Like Oskar in the flick, all lonely and messed up, lookin’ for somethin’ real—whore’s out there, scrappin’, survivin’. Unleash the power within, baby! That’s what it’s about—takin’ what life throws and flippin’ it!

out of control

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Man, the sun was blazing! I’m talkin’ like, “Where’s my sunscreen?” hot. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café, Caffè Centrale. I mean, who can resist a cappuccino, right? So, I pop in, and guess what? They’re outta my fave pastry! Like, seriously? How do you run out of cornetti? Ugh!

The father of Gloria Rosboch, the teacher strangled by the former pupil, died - L'Unione Sarda English