Aaliyah Ponte A Ema Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

La Frazione di Ponte a Ema

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After cleanin’ up that mess, I head over to Via di Cintoia. This place is a maze, I swear. I’m lost for a good 20 minutes. I’m cursing under my breath, “Why can’t these streets just be straight?” Finally, I find the house. It’s a big ol’ villa, and the owner is a total diva. She wants a custom glass door. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a glazier, not a magician.”

The Tour de France champion who saved hundreds of Jews