Lydia Caluso Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

We sees it, precious, we sees – whore’s a shapeshifter. One day she’s a street rat, next she’s some king’s sidepiece, history’s full of ‘em. Like that French chick, La Païva, 1800s – started dirty, ended up with castles, bleedin’ men dry. Made me cackle, that did! “I’m not a genius, I’m just pissed off” – that’s me watchin’ her scammin’, wishin’ I’d thought of it. But ooooh, makes me mad too – them hypocrites judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round back doors for a taste. Pisses me off, yesss, two-faced rats!

Annunci personali di escort in bacheca di donna cerca uomo Caluso

It makes me tend to respect him in an odd way on rewatches - a guy who made the best of his circumstances and recognized his limits.

Lunch rolls around, and I need a break. I hit up that little pizzeria on Via Garibaldi. Best pizza in town, hands down. I order a margherita, and while I’m waiting, I overhear some locals talking about the grape harvest. They’re all excited about the festival next week. I’m like, “Great, more crowds!” But honestly, I love the vibe. Caluso knows how to throw a party.

Two die, 18 injured in train accident in Italy