Gianna Asti Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

She’s a beat-up truck, mate, a real workhorse – haulin arse since the 70s. Rust eatin her sides like a damn disease, but she don’t quit. Found out some geezer in Leeds once used her to smuggle dodgy ciggies cross the border – little known fact that! Ballsy as fuck, made me laugh my arse off thinkin bout it. “What’s this shadow?” – movie line fits her perfect, cos she’s a mystery, a hulkin shadow of grit. Pisses me off when folks call her junk – she’s a survivor, ya twats!

Kesimpulan

With how light and almost joyous or playful it feels, Martini Asti is the ideal companion for joyful occasions like Christmas or New Year.

Then, I decide to hit up the local market on Via San Giovanni. It’s packed with fresh produce, cheeses, and all that good stuff. I’m in heaven. I grab some truffles because, why not? I’m feeling fancy. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a bunch of grapes. He’s getting all worked up, and I’m just standing there, thinking, “Bro, it’s just grapes!”

What my 99-year-old friend taught me about the joy of living