Angelina Scobinti Whore ❤️

About Galati

Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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Scobinti, a charming village located in the heart of Iaşi County, Romania, offers visitors a .

Finally, I get my loaf, but then I see this guy selling these crazy-looking pastries. I mean, they’re like little clouds of sugar. I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like a party in my mouth! But then, bam! I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking disaster.