Mia Melendugno Whore ❤️

About Bologna

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Melendugno: what to see and do, restaurants and marinas

Cronaca, politica locale, eventi e spettacoli di Melendugno, Borgagne, Torre dell'Orso, San Foca, il Salento e dintorni.

Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! My day’s looking up. But then, I step outside, and it’s chaos. Cars everywhere on Via G. Marconi, honking like they’re in a race. I swear, I almost got run over by a Vespa. Those things are like mosquitoes on wheels!

Italian police disrupt protest to prevent olive grove removal