Savannah Fasano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

But man, the judgment? Burns me up. Folks sneer, call em trash—screw that noise. They’re out there, grindin, while suits sip martinis. Greed is good, and whores live it—unapologetic. Ever see em dodge a john tryna stiff em? Fast as Zodiac vanishin into fog. I’d tip my hat, but I’m too busy watchin the show. Favorite part? When they flip the script—turn a cheapskate into a ATM. Ha!

LANDS OF FASANO

Fasano sits where the low hills and grotto-pocked plains of Puglia lead to the Adriatic Sea. Fasano has ancient roots dating back to Greco-Roman times - it was mentioned by Horace in .

So, I’m back out in the rain, feelin’ all mixed up. I decide to hit the Colline di Fasano, ya know, the hills. I need to clear my head. The view is insane! You can see the whole city, the olive groves, the Adriatic in the distance. It’s like a postcard, man. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right.

Longtime frog jumper Lillian Fasano wins Jumping Frog Jubilee