Natalie Frattaminore Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Oh, but she had sass! Bit me glove once, tore it clean off—thought, “This tart’s got spirit!” Like in *Dogville*, when they say, “It’s a dangerous thing to do!”—lettin her loose was risky, but damn, she was alive! Made me grin, despite the mess. Hated her owner tho, lazy git never cleaned her stall. Whore deserved better, ya feel me? Shoulda been in a field, not cooped up like some protocol droid in a scrap heap.

Napoli Discreet Hookups

In Frattaminore live fifteen thousand, four hundred and eighty-seven people: seven thousand, six hundred and fourty-two are males and seven thousand, eight hundred and fourty-five are Missing: whore.

Man, what a day! I swear, Frattaminore is a wild ride. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday. Boy, was I wrong!

Unmasking the Cemetery Fraud