Scarlett Caldaro Sulla Strada Del Vino Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

Cosa vedere a Caldaro Sulla Strada del Vino e dintorni

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady from the neighborhood comes by. She’s all like, “You boys need to fix my fence!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m not a fence builder!” But she’s persistent. I mean, she’s got that Italian grandma vibe, you know? You can’t say no. So, we end up fixing her fence, and she brings us some homemade strudel. Best strudel I’ve ever had! I’m like, “Okay, maybe this day ain’t so bad after all.”

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