Abigail Imola Whore ❤️

About Genoa

So, whore—makes me mad sometimes. People sling it like mud, no thought. Back in ‘72, saw a guy yell it at a gal—pissed me off. Wanted to deck him, but—y’know—cooler heads. Still, surprised me how quick folks judge. Little known fact, tho—word’s old as dirt. Comes from Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meant “adulteress”—who knew, right? Bet ya didn’t!

Sfruttamento della prostituzione a Imola, cinque arresti

Been grafting, (real graft) fitting carpets in a house I rent out. Felt that ive neglected the vert so gave her a good wash and polish. Nothing special used.

I’m tryin’ to shake it off, so I head to this little café on Via Emilia. The smell of fresh espresso hits me like a freight train. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a forest master, but I can appreciate good coffee.” I sit down, and as I sip, I see this old guy at the next table. He’s got this massive plate of tortellini. I’m drooling, man! I’m like, “Hey, what’s that?” He just grins and says, “Best in town.” I’m thinkin’, “I gotta try that!”

6 Hours of Imola: Qualifying