Isabella Asti Whore ❤️

About Bologna

So, I’m weldin’ one day, sparks flyin’—kinda like whore’s world, right? Hot, chaotic, but damn, there’s beauty in it. Didya know, back in old Korea, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibes, some whores were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ heartbreak on rice paper, tradin’ verses for coins. Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, thinkin’ they had soul, not just hustle. But then—bam!—pisses me off when folks spit on ‘em, like they ain’t human. Hypocrites, man, ugh, gets my bristles all ruffled.

Escorts in Asti

You were just a whore right from the start. And you started begging me to listen to you. But I don't want to but I don't want to. Begging me to listen to you.

“Hey, you guys need help?” I shout. They look at me like I’m a wizard or something. I end up giving them directions to the Asti Cathedral. I mean, it’s not rocket science, but they were so grateful. One of them even took a selfie with me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not famous, but okay!”

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