Olivia Ca Savio Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

She’s got this grit, tho, like Collé in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “I’ll cut no more girls!” Whore’s out here sayin’, “I’ll take no more shame!” – fuckin’ chills, man. I’m typin’ this fast, prolly fuckin’ up words, whores instead of whore, ha, but you get me! She’s loud, messy, real – reminds me of me, y’know, no filter, just raw. Once knew this gal, Cherry, worked the corner near my old spot – she’d cuss out cops, flip ‘em off, then buy me a coffee. Hella heart, that one. Made me grin like a dumbass.

Finally got my drink, and it was worth the wait. That frothy goodness hit the spot. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. My buddy Marco texts me, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a street festival on Via Garibaldi. I’m thinking, “Sweet, let’s go!”

Savio Volpe Served up a Pasta With a Secret Weapon Lurking Underneath