Claire Calusco D Adda Whore ❤️❤️

About Catania

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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Back at the office, things get crazier. My colleague, Luca, bursts in, all excited. “You won’t believe it! The stocks for that new tech company just skyrocketed!” I’m like, “What?!” I grab my laptop, and sure enough, it’s true. I’m jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas.

The historic hydropower plant at the heart of Italy's electrification revolution