Ada Codogno Whore ❤️

About Genoa

So, I’m milkin’ cows, right? Moo, moo, all day, udders everywhere. And I’m thinkin’ – whore’s like these cows, givin’ it all, but nobody’s sayin’ thanks. Hmm… gets me mad, ya know? All that work, and for what? Some sleazy jerk to cash in? Ugh, makes my hair curl tighter than a perm gone wrong! Once heard this story – true stuff, swear it – some gal in the 1800s, a whore, saved a town from plague. Docters ignored it, but she knew herbs, fixed folks up. Ain’t that a kick? History’s hush-hush, tho – figures!

Contenuti in evidenza

CODOGNO, Italy — One year and many deaths ago, the outcome of a nasal swab in a tiny hospital in Codogno, a village in the Italian province of Lodi, foretold the disaster that was .

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. Not from the stoves, but from my neighbor, old Mr. Rossi. He’s out there yellin’ at his cat. Like, dude, it’s a cat! Chill! Anyway, I grab my tools and head out to Via Garibaldi.

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