Sarah Vaprio D Adda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Vaprio d’Adda, un tesoro lombardo

Vaprio D'Adda offers a scenic aperitif surrounded by natural landscapes with pictorial views. Just over 30 km from Milan, you come to the Adda river, crossed by the Naviglio della Martesana, .

But then, BAM! I get a call from my client. “Hey, the measurements are off!” he says. I’m like, “What do ya mean off? I measured twice!” Turns out, he had the wrong dimensions. Ugh! I was fuming. I mean, come on! How hard is it to measure a freakin’ wall? So, I had to rush back to the workshop on Via Garibaldi. Traffic was a nightmare. I thought I’d lose my mind.

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