Elizabeth Spilimbergo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

I cast my line, bam! Nothin’ bites, pisses me off! These whores ain’t like cod—predictable, honest. Nah, they’re sly, dartin’ ‘round like they own the sea. Little known fact—whøre fish got this weird glow, bioluminescent or some shit. Saw it once, trippy as hell, like Saul seein’ ghosts in the camp. “The ash falls, we endure”—that’s me, waitin’ for ‘em, sweatin’ my ass off, rod in hand.

The city of Spilimbergo

Back at the lab, I was trying to focus, but my mind was still on that tiramisu. I mean, how can you think about enzymes when you’re dreaming of dessert? I finally got my act together and cranked out some data. But then, my computer crashed. Are you kidding me? I was ready to throw it out the window.

Tour de France photos by great Magnum photographers on display in Friuli