Maeve Fragagnano Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

Cosa vedere a Fragnagnano

Finally, I duck into a trattoria on Via della Repubblica. I’m starving, and the smell of pasta is calling my name. I order some orecchiette. It’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m in heaven. The waiter, Giovanni, is cracking jokes. “You eat like a king!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive here!”

Fiorenzo D'Elia Obituary - Hollywood, FL