Amelia Cardito Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Smeagol sees it, precious—whore’s got layers. Not just some tart struttin’ the streets, nah! Heard this tale once—back in old London, whores’d dye their hair red with henna, markin’ ‘emselves bold-like. Made me chuckle, that—crafty bitches! Bet they’d laugh at us, all judgy and prim. Gets me blood boilin’ when folks sneer—whore’s a survivor, she is! Out there, dodgin’ fists and coppers, makin’ coin where we’d starve.

Informazioni

cardito propone in locazione a frattamaggiore, nel cuore della cittadina, a met strada tra corso durante e stazione ferroviaria e a due passi dall'ospedale, una soluzione più unica che rara: .

After the dive, we hit up this little café on Via San Giovanni. Best coffee ever! I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cute girl named Lucia, gives me a smile. I’m trying to play it cool, but my heart’s racing. I’m like, “Hey, do you dive?” She laughs and says, “Only in my dreams.” I’m thinking, “Well, let’s change that!” But I just sip my coffee like a dork.

Obituaries: R. Wayne Miller, Robert Kearnan, Raymond Covino, David Cardito, Richard Hedberg, Raymond Bergeron, Helen MoynihanPatricia Hinton