Jasmine Loreto Whore ❤️

About Bologna

But ugh, some of these guys—pisses me off! Sweaty, loudmouth losers thinkin’ they own her ‘cause they got a twenty. Makes me wanna—slice ‘em up, serve ‘em with chianti, ya feel me? “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d purr, watchin’ their smug faces melt. Whores deal with that crap daily—takes guts. Way more than that punk Zuckerberg, cryin’ over his stolen app idea.

The Story of the Holy House of Loreto

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Luca. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at Piazza della Madonna.” I’m thinking, “Great, more walking.” So, I chug my coffee and head out. The piazza is packed. I mean, it’s like a sardine can. I spot Luca, and he’s waving like a maniac. I swear, he looked like he just won the lottery.

Loreto suffer first Hockey League defeat in two years