Charlotte Fusignano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

I’m rantin’, I know, can’t stop. Whore’s like art, misunderstood, judged quick. “I danced with death,” movie says. Whore dances with shame daily, yo. Makes me sad, then pissed! Why we hatin’? I’m happy tho, ‘cause some whores win. Like, rise up, flip the script. One time, I met this chick—nah, nevermind. Point is, they human, bruh. Not trash, not toys, real fuckin’ people.

Fusignano Escort

On the way, I pass the old church, Sant’Apollonia. It’s beautiful, but I can’t stop to admire it. I’m on a mission! I get to the building, and there’s this guy, looking all panicked. I mean, come on, it’s just a lift! But I get it. I’d freak too.

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