Katherine Poggio Rusco Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

Si schianta in piazza col parapendio: portato al Civile in condizioni disperate

Then, I head back to the station, and my buddy Marco’s there. He’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree on Via Mazzini. I’m like, “Dude, I just dealt with a goat!” But Marco’s all hyped up, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s go save the cat.”

Trains, high-speed haywire for coronavirus checks