Abigail Druento Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

Ultime notizie

I'm a bit of a word nerd with a slightly twisted sense of humor. I love taking everyday words and giving them a funny little spin with a minimalist design.

We keep walking, and I spot this cute little shop on Via San Giovanni. They sell handmade stuff, and I’m a sucker for that. I go in, and the owner, this sweet old lady, starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her family and how they’ve been in Druento for generations. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!” But then she shows me this hideous ceramic cat. I’m trying not to laugh. “Um, very unique!” I say, trying to be polite.

ISCWeB 12-year-olds: average of the Eudaimonic Well-being variable by level of deprivation