Angelina Capena Whore ❤️

About Milan

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

Documentation générale

He lingered there by the ancient arch of sodden Capena. We walked down to Thais, the whore, or the wife, or Doris, the slave-girl, out. Without her.

But then, she hands me this giant bag of olives. I’m thinking, “Lady, I didn’t sign up for a workout!” But I can’t say no, right? So now I’m lugging around this heavy bag, and my coffee’s gone cold. Ugh.

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