Emma Fasano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Ooh, but the judgy folks—ugh, drives me NUTS! Callin em dirty, like, shut yer trap! “That’s a bingo!”—Tarantino style—they’re winnin at life, haters just jealous! Hmm… I reckon whores got more guts than half the stiffs in Springfield. Ever think bout that? Prolly not, too busy with yer perfect lawns! Me, I’d sip tea with em, hear the dirt—imagine the gossip! One typo comin—whor instead of whore, ha! Clumsy marge, fingers flyin! Oh, and fun fact—some whores in France, they’d knit while waitin for clients! KNIT! How’s that for multitaskin?

LANDS OF FASANO

So, I hit the streets, feelin’ pumped. I mean, Fasano’s got that charm, ya know? The narrow alleys, the old stone buildings, and the smell of fresh focaccia waftin’ through the air. I’m walkin’ down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, and I swear, I could smell the olive oil from a mile away. My stomach growled louder than a lion in the arena.

Joseph Fasano is Not Ready to Renounce the Universal