Julia Forli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

History of migration

I stroll down to the Parco della Resistenza, and it’s packed! Like, what’s up with that? I thought it was just me and the fish today. Kids runnin’ around, old folks chillin’ on benches, and I’m just tryin’ to find my zen. I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna fish!” But nah, the universe had other plans.

Kings League adventure for Trombetta. Sunday Forlì is without its new bomber