Savannah Mareno Di Piave Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm, a whore, you say? Twisted mind, I have! "Zero Dark Thirty," my fave, yes—dark, gritty shit. Whore in that world, sneaky she’d be. Intel gathered, legs spread, “The time is now!” whispered. Spy game, dirty it is—whore fits right in. Do or do not, no try, she’d say—fuckin’ badass! Little fact, hmm? Whores in history, spies they were—Civil War, Mata Hari shit, real deal! Pisses me off, tho—people judge quick. “Dirty slut,” they sneer—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Surprised me once, a whore I met—smart as hell, man. Knew shit nobody else did—secrets traded fast. “We’re going in,” like Bigelow’s crew—whore’d lead the charge!

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Anyway, I grab a new one and head out. I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, and suddenly, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s this old guy in a tiny car, waving his hands like he’s conducting an orchestra. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just traffic!” But he’s not having it. I mean, come on, it’s Mareno-di-Piave, not a Formula 1 race!

Carnevali di Marca 2025, the official presentation on Saturday 25th January at Ca' del Poggio