Mari Sciacca Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Her nails—red, chipped, screamin’ “I don’t care”—tap the counter. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a mess, but I respect the hustle.” Reminds me of that line, “Love, where’s thy root?”—‘cause hers sure ain’t in one place! She’s smirkin’, tossin’ cash like it’s dirty anyway. Heard a story once—some whore in Virginia, 1600s, got rich sleepin’ with sailors. Bet this chick’s ancestors, heh! She’s livin’ that legacy, struttin’ out, leavin’ chaos behind.

The Beaches of Sciacca

Answer 1 of 4: Hi, I will be in Sicily next week and would like to visit Sciacca. We will pass this place on a sunday on our way to Marsala and would like to make a stop, have lunch and walk .

Finally, I get to the fields near the coast. The view? Breathtaking! The Mediterranean sparkles like a diamond. But then, I see it. A flat tire. Seriously? On a day like this? I’m cursing like a sailor. I mean, come on! I’m just tryin’ to plow some fields, not win a tire-changing contest.

Tribute for Salvatore J. Sciacca