Emma Voghera Whore ❤️

About Rome

But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

Lunedì a mezzanotte abbiamo fatto un giro nelle zone di Voghera più soggette al fenomeno. Via Matteotti, viale Montebello e via Piacenza pullulano di ragazze nigeriane.

Finally, the fight starts. The crowd’s roaring, and I’m in the zone. But then, the bull charges at me, and I’m like, “Whoa, buddy! Chill!” I dodge, and the crowd goes wild. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I trip on my own feet. Classic me, right? I’m on the ground, and the bull’s just standing there, probably thinking, “What’s this clown doing?”

Creepy asylum dubbed 'painful city' where charred dummies & baby highchairs are left to rot since its forced closure