Mia Sassari Whore ❤️

About Bologna

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Escort Sassari

Then, I decide to grab a bite at this little place on Via Carlo Alberto. The food? OMG, to die for! I ordered some culurgiones, and wow, it was like a hug in my mouth. But while I’m munching, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, really? In public? I mean, save that drama for the soap operas, people!

Monsignor Saba new Military Ordinary: he is ready to leave the archdiocese of Sassari