Charlotte Casa Santa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

She surprises me, tho. Thought she’d be cold, but nah – warm, sharp, alive. Like that *Ten* kid yellin’, “I hate you!” – she’s got that fire. Keeps me guessin’. You ever think bout that? Whore ain’t just sex, it’s soul. Messy, loud, in your face. I dig it, man, even when it’s sloppy. Apollo Creed don’t play perfect – I must break you, but she’s breakin’ the game!

WH Records

So, I’m racing against the clock, and then—bam! Power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m sitting there in the dark, surrounded by stacks of documents. I can’t even see my own hand in front of my face. I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna be stuck here forever.”

Tens of thousands gather as Pope Francis lies in state at St Peter's Basilica