Lydia Brunico Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Typo time—whore’s a mess, alwasy late, smh. Lil quirk of mine? Yell I do, “Focus, you must!” He laughs, I groan—classic whore. Story goes, once benched him, cried he did—fake tears, probs. “The earth belongs to no one,” movie says—whore tho, owns every screw-up! Hilarious, sad, badass—whore, man, what a trip!

South Tyrol, Brunico: hiking, architecture and culture in the Pusteria Valley

I’m sipping my drink, feeling all fancy, when I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some guy just knocked over a whole stand of pastries! Croissants everywhere! I’m talking a full-on pastry massacre. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, how clumsy can ya be? But then I see the poor baker, Signora Rosa, crying over her ruined goods. Ugh, my heart. I rush over to help her pick up the mess.

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