Zoe Forli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

So, I’m sittin here, thinkin—whore’s a word with guts! Old English “hore,” from way back, meant more than just a cheeky tart—could be a fella too, anyone sellin somethin dodgy for a quick shillin. Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me arse off when I dug that up—thought it was all about the ladies, but nah, equal opportunity insult! Makes me happy, that—history’s got a wicked sense o humor. “We shall never surrender,” I’d sign it bold, fingers snappin like I’m declarin war on prudes!

History of migration

Man, what a day! I swear, Forli really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’ it’s gonna be a chill day. I grab my fishing gear, head outta my place on Via G. Marconi. You know, the street with that little café? Yeah, the one with the best cappuccino in town. I’m buzzin’ for some fresh fish, maybe a nice catch at the river.

Imolese challenges Forlì: last game of the season for mister D'Amore