Elizabeth Aosta Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Alright, so here’s my take on whores, da? Cold, calculated, straight from me, Vladimir, to you. Whores, they’re like those bots in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive?” – always got a job, always moving. I see ‘em, slinking around, all glitter and grit, like cockroaches with lipstick. Makes me laugh, kinda, how they think they’re sly. Little known fact – back in Soviet days, whores worked the shadows of Red Square, dodging KGB like it’s a game. Ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Inseguita dal suo protettore, la giovane prostituta Liz finisce in un quartiere malfamato fuori dalla sua zona abituale.

After class, I’m feeling all pumped. I decide to explore. I hit up Piazza Chanoux. It’s this beautiful square, and there’s this street performer playing the accordion. I’m vibing, feeling the Aosta energy. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon decides my shoulder is a good landing spot. Like, seriously? I’m not a statue! I freak out, flailing my arms. The crowd laughs. Great, now I’m the pigeon guy.

Bad weather devastates Northern Italy: landslides and flooding in Piedmont and Valle d'Aosta. What happens now?