Isabelle Cercola Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

I reckon she’s fascinatin’, this whore. Been around since forever, right? Little known fact - back in ol’ Rome, they called ‘em “lupae”, she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon. Makes ya think, don’t it? She’s primal, raw, like nature’s own storm. Got me happy as a kid with sweets, watchin’ her strut. But lord, the rage! Some blokes judge her, call her filth - makes my blood boil. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? Hypocrites, the lot!

Nearest Cities

First off, I’m stationed at the Lido di Cercola, right by Via Roma. Beautiful spot, right? But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts screamin’. I look over, and this little dude is flailing like a fish outta water. I sprint over, heart racing. Turns out, he just slipped on some seaweed. I mean, come on! Seaweed? Really? I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re fine!” But he’s wailing like he just lost his favorite toy. Kids, man.

Tribute for Christopher Cercola