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About Rome

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

Vai A Fartelo Stroncare In Culo A Vimodrone

Vimodrone, Italy, is a treasure trove for urban explorers, with its abandoned factories, crumbling castles, and hidden underground tunnels waiting to be discovered. Our crowdsourced list of Missing: whore.

Finally, I stumble out of the club, and it’s like, 3 AM. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about the trees waiting for me back home. But for now, I’m just a guy who had an epic day in Vimodrone. Who would’ve thought?

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