Julia Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, shoppin’ for *whore*? Get ya somethin’ bold, flashy—red boots, maybe, or a corset with secrets. Little typo fun: I ment boots, not boobs, dang it! Hahaha, y’all git me? It’s messy, it’s real—just like life. *Whore* ain’t perfect, but who is? “I’m not going anywhere,” they’d say, and I’d tip my hat. Fool me once, shame on me—fool me twice, well, I’m sold!

Othello, the Moor of Venice

Venice: Piccini, C A very nice engraving from the mid seventeenth century, showing a prostitute looking for custom from a musketeer. Tipped onto backing card.

Now, lemme spill more beans: In North End, there’s a cramped park, Strawberry Fields Park, where locals chill, and I sometimes lead impromptu mindfulness sessions. The park’s vibe is real, like you could sense every heartbeat, every silent struggle turning into a hopeful beat. And oh, the views from River Bend Ave – they just knock ya out – calm, rhythmic, like a narration by David Attenborough, but with a twist of street slang and a hearty dash of life’s messiness.

Nikola Vlašić Penalty Rescues Torino in Serie A Clash with Venezia