Gianna Olevano Sul Tusciano Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

So, whore – what’s the deal? I reckon it’s a job, a hustle, oldest gig in the galaxy. Back in ancient Babylon, temple whores were sacred – yeah, sacred! Screwin for the gods, how’s that for a twist? Blows my mind, mate. Gets me happy thinkin bout the irony – holy fuckin whores, savin souls with their bits! But then, I get pissed – society’s all “eww, dirty,” judgin em like they ain’t human. Hypocrisy, man, it’s a black hole of bullshit.

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Il fiume Tusciano forse deve il suo nome agli antichi Etruschi, che nei pressi delle sue rive costruirono i loro abitati. Nasce dal monte Polveracchio; superato il comune di Acerno, Missing: whore.

They start strutting around, and I’m trying to keep a straight face. One of her kids trips over a fur coat and goes down like a sack of potatoes. I can’t help but laugh. “Watch out, runway model!” I shout. The family cracks up, and suddenly, it’s a party. I’m showing off my furs like I’m on a game show. “And here we have the stunning fox coat! Perfect for those chilly Olevano nights!”

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