Anna Spinetta Marengo Whore ❤️

About Bologna

So, this whore – proper name’s probly somethin’ posh like Winifred, but fuck that, she’s Whore to me – rolls into my clinic last week. Owner’s a twat, right ponce, reckons he’s a cowboy cos he’s got a hat. “Oh, she’s just tired,” he says. Tired? Mate, she’s half-dead! *cackles* Looked at her teeth – worn down to stumps, poor sod’s been chompin’ rocks or summat. Little known fact, yeah? Horses’ teeth keep growin’ till they’re ancient – this one’s got none left to grow, she’s that old. Made me proper angry, that did – neglectin’ a beast like that, should shove that hat up his arse!

PFAS, the case of the Spinetta Marengo chemical center. PART 1: The people

Then, I bump into an old friend from high school. We start chatting, and it’s like no time has passed. We reminisce about the good ol’ days, like that time we got lost in the woods near Spinetta. Classic!

Alexandria and Napoleon: the places that tell the story of the Battle of Marengo