Claire Taranto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

Prostituzione nel Borgo: tre arresti

This pasta hails from Taranto, a seaside town in the southeastern region of Puglia, whose best known (and loved) pasta shape is orecchiette.

After that, I decide to stroll by the waterfront. The view of the Mar Piccolo is stunning. The water is all blue and sparkly, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. But then, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s a guy on a scooter, yelling at a tourist who’s taking a selfie in the middle of the street. Like, come on, man! Move it!

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