Avery Crotone Whore ❤️

About Rome

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

2. Castle of Charles V

So, I keep walking, and I’m thinking, “Crotone, you beautiful mess.” I pass by the Castello di Carlo V, and it’s just as majestic as ever. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna live in a castle? But then I remember, I’d have to clean it. Nah, I’ll stick to my pigs.

New Inter Signing Alex Cordaz: “Move From Crotone A Source Of Both Pride & Sadness For Me”