Anna Monte Rosello Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

Sassari, ecco la casa di Monte Rosello Alto dove è stata accoltellata Roberta Mazzone

Between gutted sidewalks and chasms, blown and never restored tiles, in Monte Rosello, a district of Sassari, nothing has changed despite the endless reports. Absolute degradation and filth win.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Monte-Rosello ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ to the sound of my neighbor’s dog howlin’ like it was auditioning for a horror movie. Seriously, it was like a scene from a bad flick. Anyway, I dragged myself outta bed, grabbed a quick espresso from that little café on Via Roma. Best coffee in town, no cap.

Sassari, water shortage nightmare again