Evelyn Striano Whore ❤️

About Catania

This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

Primo Piano

After what felt like an eternity, I finally get it sorted. I pull up some fish, and they’re decent-sized. I’m feelin’ like a champ! But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches one right outta my hands! I’m like, “Hey! That’s my dinner!” But the bird just flies off, lookin’ all smug. I swear, those birds have no respect.

Dior sets up industrial division led by Giorgio Striano