Hazel Selargius Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Godard’d say, “Words kill the image!” Whore’s drowned in ‘em – slut, tramp, hooker – pile o’ garbage labels! I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ my pen, thinkin’, man, if I insured her, what’d that policy look like? High risk, sure, but she’s a survivor, ain’t she? Out there battlin’ creeps, cops, and colds – respect, girl! Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – worked the docks, smoked cigars, scared off pimps with a switchblade. True story, pal, made me laugh ‘til I choked!

Comune di Selargius

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the market. Oh man, the Mercato di Selargius is buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries. I’m drooling. I grab a cornetto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this lady arguing with a vendor. She’s all like, “I said NO olives!” and he’s like, “But they’re free!” I’m just standing there, munching, thinking, “Lady, it’s olives, not gold.”

From Sinnai to Bonaria, 1,500 for the long pilgrimage in the night