Sophie Mestre Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Whores, man, they’re everywhere – historical, modern, whatever! Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these gals called “lupae” – she-wolves, how badass is that? Made me happy as hell learnin’ that, ‘cause it’s raw! Imagine WALL-E rollin’ through Rome, beepin’ at ‘em – “Evaaa!” – tryin’ to clean up the streets, ha! Little dude wouldn’t know what hit him. I’m picturin’ it now, and I’m crackin’ up – raised eyebrow, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?”

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Lieutenant thought of a Mestre whore - Warm and soft and sleepy whore, Cozy, warm and lovely whore; Damned cold, bitter, rotten ride, Winding road up the Grappa side. Arditi on benches .

Anyway, I finally escape and head to Piazza Ferretto. It’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Caffè Dersut, but the line is a mile long. I’m losing it. I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee! I need my caffeine fix, people!

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