Emilia Merano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

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Merano is a small but very fine spa town in the heart of South Tyrol. 40, inhabitants of German and Italian mother tongues live peacefully together here, providing a unique mix of cuisine, .

First off, I hit up Via Mainardo for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-layered, whipped cream, unicorn frappuccino. I’m just like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM. Chill.” But whatever, I get my coffee, and it’s perfect. Like, the foam is art. I’m feeling good.

The Wine of Georgia at the Merano Wine Festival 2023