Lina Imola Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Argh! I’m ready! Whore, huh? Man, what a wild word! Bikini Bottom’s got nothin’ on this! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—y’know, my fave flick! That movie’s all vibes, steamy love, messy feels—like, “I’m hungry for you, damn it!” Whore’s got that energy, right? Slingin’ sass, takin’ no crap, livin’ loud!

IMOLA: un’altro caso di prostituzione in pieno giorno, ma questa volta in centro.

Prostitute, Golden Shower (give), Kissing if good chemistry, 69 Position, Kissing if good chemistry.

So, I finish my coffee and ask the barista where to get that tortellini. He points me to a place down the street, Trattoria da Nino. I’m pumped! I head out, but then I get distracted. There’s this street performer on Via Garibaldi, playin’ the accordion like a boss. I stop to watch, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ all the feels. Like, how can someone make music that good? I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a generous forest master!”

Tim Tramnitz on his Sakhir fightback and points to prove in Imola