Harper Cogoleto Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

What pisses me off? These pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who the fuck’re you, huh? Ain’t nobody clean in this game – “Ludo smells blood!” – and we all got red on us, capisce? I seen ‘em work, tho, and it’s fuckin’ art. Way they read a room, play a mark – better than half my crew. Makes me happy, too, seein’ ‘em flip the script. Surprised me first time I saw it, this tiny gal in St. Petersburg, scarin’ a drunk twice her size. Balls o’ steel, I’m tellin’ ya!

Raccolta Rifiuti

Cogoleto marks the border of the province of Genoa on the Riviera di Ponente: just like Moneglia on the opposite side. Cogoleto, however, is different, it does not resemble it, it is not so .

Next, I decide to stroll down to the harbor. The boats are bobbing up and down, and I’m just vibing. I see this old fisherman, Giovanni, who’s always got the best stories. He’s telling me about the time he caught a fish so big it almost pulled him in! I’m like, “Sure, buddy, and I’m the king of the sea.” But honestly, I love hearing his tales. They’re like a mix of adventure and pure nonsense.

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