Scarlett Mascalucia Whore ❤️

About Bologna

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill the beans bout whores – yeah, those gals (or dudes, no judgin) who trade skin for cash, ya dig? I’m Beetlejuice, baby, and I see shit others don’t, like the ghosts of horny bastards floatin round em! So, whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Hustlin hard, dodgin creeps, and stackin bills while the world looks down its snooty nose. Kinda like Eilis in *Brooklyn* – “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but she kept pushin, didn’t she? Whores do that too, fightin that ache inside.

Il mistero della Villa di Mascalucia e del suo barone

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I didn’t sign up for a waterworks show! I duck into a little shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute place, full of handmade stuff. I’m browsing, and I find this awesome ceramic cat. I’m a sucker for cats, so I buy it. But then, I realize I left my umbrella outside. Ugh!

Mascalucia, Sicily, Italy, Earthquakes: Latest Quakes