Violet Forli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout whores, man! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout em, mmm… donuts. Whores, they’re like them cowboys in *Brokeback Mountain*, ya know? “I wish I knew how to quit you” – that’s me with this topic, dude! Can’t stop ramblin bout it. So, whores, they’re out there, hustlin, makin cash, and I’m like – whoa, that’s wild! Gets me all riled up, thinkin bout how they do it.

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After turbulent years in Rome’s papal court, she moved to the Romagnol province of Forlì. Following her husband’s assassination, she ruled Italy’s crossroads with iron will, martial .

After lunch, I head back to the river. I’m feelin’ good, ready to catch some real fish this time. But nope! Just more trash. A plastic bottle, a can, and another shoe! What’s with the shoes, Forli? Is there a shoe thief on the loose?

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