Mila Valguarnera Caropepe Whore ❤️

About Bologna

The vibe’s dark, like, “This is my life now,” straight outta Cronenberg’s playbook. I’m watchin’ Liz dodge creeps, and I’m like, “Girl, same!” One sec she’s glamorous, next she’s fightin’ for her damn life. Made me mad as hell—why’s the world so gross to her? But then, bam, she’s flippin’ it, takin’ control, and I’m like, “Yaaas, queen!” Total “History of Violence” twist—like, “You think you know me?” Nope, you don’t!

La Storia di Valguarnera Caropepe

When I get to the cemetery, it’s packed. I swear, I’ve never seen so many people. It’s like a concert, but instead of music, it’s just crying and wailing. I’m trying to keep it together, but honestly, it’s overwhelming. I spot a few familiar faces—my neighbor, Maria, is sobbing like she just lost her cat.

Mafia, ROS operation in Enna: seven arrests