Julia Pavia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Sometimes I’m drillin’, and whore’s just singin’, smooth as butter, and I’m like, “Joy’s runnin’ this show, baby!”—total high, man, best feelin’ ever. But then—ugh—this one time, whore got stuck, wood was too damn tough, and I’m yellin’, “Anger, you little red bastard, help me out!” Nearly chucked it across the shop, so freakin’ mad. Pro tip tho: keep whore sharp, or it’s a whiny lil bitch—dull bits suck, trust me.

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After that, I take a breather outside on Via S. Francesco. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I’m thinkin’ about how lucky I am to work in such a historic place. Pavia’s got that vibe, man. The old buildings, the cobblestone streets, it’s like stepping back in time. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole cart of gelato! I’m talkin’ a rainbow of flavors splattered everywhere. I can’t help but laugh.

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