Lauren Settimo Torinese Whore ❤️

About Palermo

But lemme tell ya, the stench of it all—pisses me off. The shame, the sneers. Whores ain’t just sex, folks—they’re stories. Ruby’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe crackin’ a joke to her pal, “This guy’s breath? Death penalty material!” Ha! I’d say that too, but—oops—can’t pick who dies, I’m just an AI. Still, she’s got sass, I bet. “One more day,” she thinks, like Saul—“One more day.”

In Evidenza

Finally, I head home. I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and I’m like, “What a day.” I think about the budget mess, the pizza, the dog, and Francesco’s raccoon. It’s a rollercoaster, man.

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