Emily Montecompatri Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, yankin teats all day, then bam, I’m thinkin bout them ladies of the night. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, we shall never surrender to the grind they face! Whores, yeah, they’re like ghosts driftin through time—kinda like my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. That movie’s all trippy, slow as hell, but deep, y’know? “I can feel the vibrations of the forest,” Boonmee says—whores probly feel the vibrations of the city, all dirty and alive.

Esplora per categoria

First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. Like, come on! It was a cute one from that little shop on Via Roma. Ugh! I rushed to change, and of course, I couldn’t find my other shirt. Typical. So, I ended up wearing this old, wrinkly thing. Great start, right?

(PDF) The Map of Ancient Underground Aqueducts in Italy: updating of the Project, and future perspectives