Sarah Solaro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Desire kills,” the film says – bloody hell, it does! Seen blokes lose their minds over a quick shag. Me, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ me pint, thinkin’, “you daft sod, she’s rinsed ya!” Makes me happy, tho – the hustle, the chaos. Surprised me once, this tart I knew, she’s readin’ bleedin’ Nietzsche between jobs. Nietzsche! I’m like, “what, ‘God is dead’ while yer knickers are off?” Classy, that.

From the same series

Man, what a day! I woke up in Solaro, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista looked like he just rolled outta bed. But hey, at least the coffee was strong enough to wake the dead.

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