Ava Castel D Azzano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Here’s a tidbit—nobody talks about this—but they say sailors spread it. Yeah, grubby hands on ships, playin’ whore between storms. Ain’t that wild? I’m seein’ it—salty dogs, cursin’, losin’ their last coin. Surprised me when I dug that up—thought it was all posh parlors. Nope! Dirty, rough, real—kinda like Brooklyn’s docks, right? “The heart’s gone out of it,” Eilis’d say, but whore’s heart’s still beatin’, baby!

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Finally, I get to the boutique, and guess what? The client is late. I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and I’m just fuming. I mean, I could’ve slept in! But then, she walks in, and she’s like, “Sorry, traffic on Via Mazzini.” I’m like, “Girl, I just ran a marathon for you!”

Results and rankings. Osimo wins again and extends its lead. Jesi and Clementina, a bad day