Allison Cesano Boscone Whore ❤️

About Genoa

I’m typin’ fast, prolly messin’ up—whore, whoer, whoore, ha! Don’t care, vibe’s what matters. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this gal, Mary, 1800s, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a pub! Badass, right? Makes me happy, thinkin’ she flipped the script. “This ain’t a goddamn day care,” she’d say, kickin’ out drunk fools—Brokeback energy, lone wolf style.

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After the event, I’m walking down Via Cavour, and I spot this cute little gelato shop. I can’t resist. I mean, who can? I grab a cone of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m standing there, licking my gelato, and I see this kid trying to ride his bike on the sidewalk. He’s wobbling all over the place, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna eat pavement!”

Silvio Berlusconi's many brushes with the law