Samantha Fossano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? Piece of piss, innit? I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, and I’ll tell ya—Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring’s got me thinkin’. That monk, yeah, livin’ all pure, then bam—lust hits like a soggy soufflé! “Desire leads to attachment,” he says, and I’m like, mate, you’re fucked now! Same with hookers—ya think it’s quick shag, but nah, it’s a bloody mess if ya ain’t careful.

Portineria

And then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady on Via Garibaldi. She’s standing there, hands on her hips, watching the whole thing. I’m thinking, “Lady, this ain’t a show!” But she just yells, “You boys better save my garden!” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, priorities, right?

Merlier what a sprint, but Pogacar what a story (with Thomas)