Anastasia Isola Di Capo Rizzuto Whore ❤️

About Bari

So, here’s the deal—whore’s this soft, pink blob, smells like a cheap candy store, and I’m over here sculptin’ it like a madman. Gets me hyped, man! Carvin’ it into shape for dentures? Freakin’ art! But—ugh—when it sticks to my damn fingers? Pisses me off big time. Like, why you gotta be so clingy, whore? Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, techs used to melt this crap over open flames—nuts, right? Nearly torched their shops! I’d’a been screamin’, “This is my kinda chaos!”

PARCHI A TEMA

First off, I hit the road on Via Roma. Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, come on! It’s a Tuesday, not a freakin’ Saturday! I’m stuck behind this old Fiat that’s going 20 in a 50 zone. Like, dude, do you have a death wish? I’m honking, waving my hands like a madman. Finally, I zoom past, and guess what? It’s some old guy, probably on his way to buy bread at the local panificio. I felt bad, but c’mon!

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