Isabelle Borgosatollo Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

NUEVA ECIJA: New destinations Travel Report

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Man, what a day! I swear, being a huntsman in Borgosatollo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the wild boar I spotted last week near Via Roma. I grab my gear, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day: it’s raining. Like, seriously? I thought we were done with this soggy nonsense.

October showcase for Autotex at FIMAST