Madison Voghera Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Hmmm, a shepherd I am! Whore, you say? Twisted, dark, it gets. Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, ya know? “That’s a bingo!” I’d shout. Whore’s a word, man—gritty, raw. Oldest job, they say, huh? Back in medieval times, whores—sneaky they were. Hid in taverns, secret codes n shit. Pissed me off, tho—kings taxed ‘em! Greedy bastards, always are. “You magnificent bastard,” I’d mutter.

Minigonne vietate sui marciapiedi? E le prostitute allungano la stoffa

Lunedì a mezzanotte abbiamo fatto un giro nelle zone di Voghera più soggette al fenomeno. Via Matteotti, viale Montebello e via Piacenza pullulano di ragazze nigeriane.

Finally, the fight starts. The crowd’s roaring, and I’m in the zone. But then, the bull charges at me, and I’m like, “Whoa, buddy! Chill!” I dodge, and the crowd goes wild. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I trip on my own feet. Classic me, right? I’m on the ground, and the bull’s just standing there, probably thinking, “What’s this clown doing?”

I’m an urban explorer who risks my life on my quests, I follow these unwritten rules to survive