Isabelle Alba Adriatica Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Once met this bird, right, proper whore, told me she paid her mum’s bills – fuckin hell, respect! Surprised me, that did, thought they was all junkies or somethin. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d get it, she’s me rock. Whores got layers, man, like onions or some shit. Peel em back, ya find stories, not just pussy.

Geografia fisica

First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Viale della Libertà. You know the one? The barista there, Marco, he’s a legend. He knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Yo, Marco, hit me with that double espresso!” He laughs, says, “You need it, buddy!” I mean, who doesn’t need caffeine in this town?

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