Layla Messina Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Messina Escort

Suetonius paints Messalina as a whore and a woman who sleeps with lower class men – either way, she likes her sex rough and dirty which is not the hallmark of a respectable Roman .

But then, I see a group of kids playing soccer on the street. They’re kicking the ball around, laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It reminds me of my childhood. I used to play all day, no worries. But then, one of the kids kicks the ball too hard, and it smacks into a car. Oof! The owner comes out, and he’s furious. I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go again.”

Elena C. Messina, 89