Jasmine Copparo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

Physical geography

So, I decide to take a stroll by the Po River. It’s beautiful, honestly. The sun’s shining, and the water’s glistening. I’m feeling a bit better, you know? But then, I see this group of tourists trying to take a selfie. They’re all crowded together, and one of them trips and falls right into the river! I’m dying laughing. Like, “Welcome to Copparo, where the river’s got a taste for tourists!” They’re soaked, and I’m just standing there, trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard.

Codifiume loses to Ravarino: defeat complicates the race for the playouts