Emma Cittanova Whore ❤️

About Bologna

D’oh! I get all fired up talkin’ ‘bout it! Whore’s one o’ those words – makes ya laugh, makes ya mad. Like when Lenny calls me one at the plant? Pisses me off! But then I’m like, “Heh, fair enough.” It’s got power, man! Used to shame folks, mostly gals, which sucks. Total bummer. But then – surprise! – some chicks flipped it, made it theirs. Badass move! Like Saul, starin’ death down, sayin’, “I’ll bury my son.” That’s guts, dude!

Trip to Mammola and Cittanova, the towns of stockfish

Finally, I hit the beach. The waves are crashing, and I’m ready to chill. But guess what? It starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m sprinting for cover, looking like a wet dog. I duck into this little beach bar, and the bartender’s like, “You want a spritz?” I’m like, “Heck yes!”

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