Julia Spinea Orgnano Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Oh, and here’s where I get tickled pink—“whore” ain’t just for the ladies, nope! Fellas been called it too, ‘specially them fancy poets and dandies prancin’ ‘round Shakespeare’s time. Ain’t that a hoot? Equal opportunity slander, I reckon. Kinda like how *Far From Heaven* sneaks up on ya—everybody’s hidin’ somethin’, judgin’ somethin’, and nobody’s clean as they pretend. “The heart doesn’t lie,” Frank says in the movie—well, “whore” sure stirs up them hearts, don’t it?

Lagree in Spinea-Orgnano

After the rain, the sun comes out. It’s like the universe is playing tricks on me. I’m drying off, feeling good, when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a car that just backed into a lamppost on Via della Repubblica. I can’t even! The driver gets out, looking all confused. I’m like, “Dude, you just turned a lamppost into a pretzel!”

Gunfight in Italy, Albanian injured