Taylor Volvera Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Pisses me off, tho – folk judgin’ ‘em. Like, mate, you don’t know her story! Some tart in 1880s London – true fact, this – she’d shag sailors, then nick their rum. Drank herself silly, ended up runnin’ a pub! Whores got grit, I reckon. Surprised me, that did – thought they was all broken dolls. Nah, some’s tough as nails.

Sweet Ballad

Quiero volver a subir thirst traps. Im not a whore like i used to be i need her back. PM · Feb 25,

I get to the shop on Via Garibaldi, and it’s already buzzing. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery next door is killin’ me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a butcher, not a baker!” But I can’t help it. I’m drooling. Anyway, I start slicing some prosciutto, and this old lady comes in. She’s a regular, always wants the best cuts. I’m like, “Sure, Nonna, I got you.” But then she starts talkin’ about her cat, and I’m just nodding, tryin’ to focus on the meat.

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