Nova Loreto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

Our Lady of Loreto: the history and myth of the House that arrived in Loreto from Palestine

After the rain stops, we head back to the piazza. The sun’s out again, and everything looks magical. I’m feeling all the vibes. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a patron of the arts now.”

Loreto retain title as Three Rock and Garvey go into final weekend level on points