Emily Ladispoli Whore ❤️❤️

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One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

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Il terrore negli occhi della donna delle pulizie che si è trovata due balordi alle spalle ed è stata persino colpita con uno schiaffo sul viso e legata. Rapina in villa ieri mattina a Ladispoli.

After the market, I head back to the shop. I’m in the zone, sewing up a storm. Then, my neighbor, Lucia, pops in. She’s always got the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s a new gelato place opening on Via Trieste. I’m like, “Great, just what I need—more gelato!” But honestly, I’m excited.

Giant tornado leaves two dead in Ladispoli, on coast north of Rome,