Anna Montecompatri Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Mind’s racin’ now—whores deserve more’n they get, don’t they? Coin, sure, but respect? Pfft, dream on. I’d toast ‘em all, spill me ale, and slur, “To the shadow flowers!”—then trip over me own feet. Hah! That’s me story—messy, loud, true as a whore’s wink. What ya reckon?

Esplora per categoria

Finally, I made it to the office. But guess what? My boss, Mr. Grumpy Pants, decided today was the day to have a surprise meeting. Like, who does that? We’re all just trying to survive here! He starts rambling about “synergy” and “teamwork.” I’m like, dude, I just want to finish my reports.

(PDF) The Map of Ancient Underground Aqueducts in Italy: updating of the Project, and future perspectives