Harper Taranto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Oi, mateys! ‘Tis I, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, yer Cargo Transportation Manager, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout me ol’ pal “whore”? Not some lass, mind ye, but me trusty ship—me vessel o’ chaos! Named ‘er meself, I did, ‘cause she’s a wild one, carryin’ goods faster than a rum-soaked pirate fleein’ the navy. Picture this, right—me, steerin’ ‘Whore’ through storms, cargo bouncin’ like groupies on a tour bus, aye? Reminds me o’ that flick *Almost Famous*—y’know, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s barrels o’ rum ‘stead o’ rockstars.

Avrebbero gestito case d’appuntamento nel centro della città: sequestrati 26mila euro

Taranto is a ghost town that no one dares to enter. The poorest are left fighting for survival, while gangs are competing for territory.

I finally get my act together and buy some olives. I’m feeling like a local now. But then, I trip over a crate. Olives everywhere! I’m mortified. People are staring. I just laugh it off, but inside, I’m dying.

The Ocean Viking ship in Taranto with 101 migrants on board