Elizabeth Assago Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, I’m Bugs Bunny, yer Cargo Transportation Manager, and I gotta yap about this place called Whore! Yeah, Whore, man, it’s this tiny speck in Oregon, got like 2 folks livin’ there, tops! I’m haulin’ freight, right, and I hear ‘bout Whore—sounds wild, don’t it? Little known fact: it’s Whore Creek, not some shady joint, haha! Used to be a post office, shut down in ‘43—poof, gone, like Nemo’s mom, “Mine! Mine! Mine!”—them seagulls’d get it!

GhettoPhysics — Film Review

Anyway, I finally make it to the office on Via della Repubblica. I’m all hyped to pitch this new campaign. But guess what? My team’s late. Like, seriously? We’re in Assago, not Milan! I’m pacing, trying to calm my nerves. I can see the Assago Forum from my window, and I’m like, “Why can’t I just be at a concert instead?”

People of four villages stage rasta roko, opposing Assago Ethanol factory