Mari Musile Di Piave Whore ❤️

About Catania

Exaggerate, I will—once swiped a dude, Adonis he looked. Met up—gremlin in sweatpants, he was! Laughed ‘til I cried, sarcasm my shield. “I’m with the band,” he claimed—yeah, band of catfish! Sex-dating’s a circus, clowns everywhere. Still, fun it is—do or do not, ya gotta dive in!

LA PIAVE VECCHIA E LA VITA NELLE TERRE DI BONIFICA

So, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Piazza della Libertà. Best decision ever! The barista, this cool guy named Luca, makes the best cappuccino. I’m talking frothy, creamy goodness. I’m sipping it, feeling all fancy, when suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a delivery truck that just backed into a lamppost. Like, seriously? Who’s driving that thing?

A Veneto journey to farm and table in one