Emilia Molfetta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! People judge *whore* like they’re saints. Mate, we’re all monkeys on a rock—Hawking wisdom there. “I think the universe has no edge,” so why’s *whore* gotta have one? Everyone’s screwing someone—figurative or not. Like in the movie, “You’re not an asshole, Mark. You’re just trying so hard to be.” *Whore* ain’t evil—it’s survival, pure physics.

Things to see and do in Molfetta

Molfetta suns itself on the Adriatic Sea in Puglia, midway between Trani and Bari. The port has always harbored an active fishing fleet, right up to today. During the Middle Ages Molfetta's .

Halfway through, I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. We’re in the lead, and I’m thinkin’, “I’m gonna win this!” But then, some dude on a horse named Thunder comes outta nowhere. I’m like, “What the heck, man?” He’s pushin’ hard, and I’m gettin’ mad.

The Italian priest who grew up in an idyllic coastal town now leading Kent's largest parish