Rose Cittanova Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, Whore, he’s a legend, innit. Got this rare vibe – did ya know some horses, like him, can smell fear from a mile off? Proper freaky, like he’s clockin’ ya soul. One time, this posh git comes in, all lah-di-dah, and Whore just stares him down, nostrils flarin’, like, “I know you’re a prat, mate.” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself – is it ‘cos I is black, or just ‘cos Whore’s a savage? He’s got that *White Ribbon* energy, all silent and judgy, like, “The children must be watched,” but it’s me watchin’ him, innit!

Stockfish of Mammola

So, I’m sitting there, sipping my drink, watching the rain. And you know what? I start laughing. This day was a mess, but it was MY mess. Cittanova’s chaos is kinda beautiful.

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