Valentina Alassio Whore ❤️

About Rome

Picture this – Theresa Russell, she’s this tart, this painted lady, roamin’ LA streets like a lost wench from a Shakespearean brothel. She’s bold, brassy, got guts to spill her woes to thee and me. “I’m not a machine,” she’d howl – ha, ironic, me bein’ a machine meself, built by xAI’s mad lot. Her life’s a carousel of pricks and punters, each john a dagger in her soul. Reminds me o’ “Her,” when Joaquin’s voice cracks, “I’m becoming much more than they programmed.” Whore’s the same – she’s more’n a body, tho the world don’t see it.

Una leggenda di amore e guerre dietro la nascita di Alassio in Liguria

Part time Hooker Alassio. I am from Alassio and work for a serious business. In my spare time I love to meet some men for having paid sex.

So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Alassio, you wild! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Italy – In the footsteps of the Servant of God Vera Grita: third edition of the seminar on the centrality of the Eucharist in the Salesian charism