Aria Castelfranco Veneto Whore ❤️

About Bologna

So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

Physical geography

So, I finally get to the field near the Castelfranco walls. You know, those ancient walls that make you feel like you’re in a medieval movie? Yeah, those. I’m thinkin’ I’ll just plow a bit, listen to some tunes, and enjoy the view. But nope! The tractor won’t start. Just my luck, right? I’m sittin’ there, cursing like a sailor, and I can hear the kids playing nearby. They’re laughing, having a blast, and I’m like, “Why can’t I be a kid again?”

Two young Tunisians arrested for murder in Castelfranco Veneto