Madison Modugno Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

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Giacomo Calderaro (owner of Lido San Giovanni) wrote an article for Giornale d'Italia, claiming that: "Domenico Modugno, born in Polignano a Mare ". The management of the newspaper .

First off, I hit the streets of Modugno around 9 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Via Roma, you know, the main drag. It’s got that classic Italian vibe, with cafes and shops everywhere. I grabbed a cappuccino at this little spot called Bar Centrale. Best coffee ever! I mean, I could’ve sworn I heard angels singing when I took that first sip.

Marc Anthony holds hands with Raffaella Modugno in NY