Aria Concorezzo Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Oh em gee, like, literally, I’m totally channeling my inner Forester vibe right now, and, like, prostitute? Girl, where do I even start? It’s, like, so complex, but also kinda fascinating, ya know? Like, in “Far From Heaven,” there’s this vibe of, like, “We mustn’t tempt fate any further,” and I’m like, ugh, same with prostitute, it’s this whole taboo thing that people judge so hard!

Concorezzo: rapita, picchiata e violentata per tre ore dal branco

After lunch, I stroll down to Parco della Villa. It’s a beautiful park, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing. I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Get a room, people!” But it’s kinda funny, too. They’re waving their hands like they’re in a dramatic Italian movie.

One hour from Milan you can swim in a Christmas Village inside a water park