Lucy Modugno Whore ❤️❤️

About Catania

I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

Where is Modugno located?

First off, I hit the streets of Modugno around 9 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Via Roma, you know, the main drag. It’s got that classic Italian vibe, with cafes and shops everywhere. I grabbed a cappuccino at this little spot called Bar Centrale. Best coffee ever! I mean, I could’ve sworn I heard angels singing when I took that first sip.

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