Abigail Marconia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

She aint perfect, tho. Got messy hair, chipped nails, prolly smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. But that’s the charm, ya feel me? Like WALL-E’s busted wheels, it’s real shit. I respeck that. She aint tryna be no Barbie, she just Whore, takin’ names, breakin’ chains. Sometimes I’m like, “Girl, slow down!” but nah, she too fast, zoomin’ like, “Eee-vah!” full speed ahead.

Due ragazzine stuprate a una festa a Pisticci (Matera)

As the day rolls on, I’m feelin’ pretty accomplished. I’ve got my charcoal ready, and I’m thinkin’ about sellin’ it at the market tomorrow. But then, I get a call from my sister. She’s in a panic. “The cat’s stuck in the tree!” I’m like, “Seriously? You called me for that?” But I can’t leave her hangin’, so I rush over to her place on Via della Libertà.

The true spirit of Christmas