Natalie Bologna Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Turin

Took her in, named her Prostitute—ironic, right? She’s humpin’ pillows, chasin’ cats—wild as fuck! Her eyes, tho, they’re deep, seen some shit. Bet she’s dodged dogcatchers, pimpin’ cuddles for a meal. Makes me happy, her spirit—tougher than a $2 steak! “The weak get eaten,” *Dogville* vibes, ya know? Surprised me how fast she trusted—licked my hand, boom, instant buds!

Bologna, la mappa della prostituzione

Prostitute of Bologna, 16th century. She wears a long robe with slit sleeves fastened with ribbons, a veil of silk moire that attaches to the bosom with.

Then, I decide to check out the Two Towers, you know, Le Due Torri. I’m climbing up, and let me tell you, my legs are screaming. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. But the view? OMG, it’s worth it! Bologna sprawls out like a beautiful mess. Red roofs, terracotta everywhere. I’m feeling all poetic, like I should write a sonnet or something.

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