Paisley Isernia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

The Archaeological Layers of Isernia

Isernia is just one of those special places. It is a small town of a little over 20,, and is a typical small countryside village in the central region of Italy. It is in the region of Molise and the .

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, all hyped up, and knocks over a jar of sauce. I’m like, “Not again!” But Nonna Rosa just laughs it off. She’s like, “It’s just sauce, my dear!” I love her attitude.

Isernia strikes back