Lina Rome Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

But then—oh, then—she tries nickin’ me purse! Bold as brass, like Mia stealin’ that horse in the film. “Get off me, you little shit!” I yell, channelin’ that *Fish Tank* rage. Pissed me off, it did—don’t mind payin’, but stealin’? That’s low, even for a whore. I grab her wrist, she’s laughin’, says, “You’re too clever, dwarf.” Cheeky cow! I let her go, coz I’m soft like that—plus, she’s got a arse worth a kingdom. Surprised me, her guts did—most whores’d cower, but not Lysa.

#1: Seven Hills

Man, the river “Bluestream” flows right behind my spa. People say it’s a secret meditation channel. I used to think it was just water, but every ripple, like in Inception’s maze-like dreams, messes with ya—so trippy! Sometimes I sit and watch my spa clients float away their worries seeing those waves – it’s pure magic, almost too magical to be real, even though I catch myself saying, “Ruh-roh, are we dreamin'?”

Rumours, rock-star cardinals and street cleaning: Rome gets ready for conclave