Camila Ceggia Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

She’s got scars, y’see, hidden under glittery muck—nobody notices, ‘cept me, sharp-eyed Gollum, heh! Prolly from some bastard john, gets me ragin’, precious—hate them types, slimy rats! Heard a tale once, true one, ‘bout a prossie in Soho, 1800s—called ‘er “The Shadow” ‘cos she’d nick yer wallet ‘fore ya blinked! Clever lass, that—wish I’d met ‘er, we’d scheme, yesss. This one I saw, tho, she’s no thief—just tired, y’know? Eyes like “I’m here, but gone,” like that line, “Her body’s a prison.” Gets me thinkin’—too deep, brain hurts!

Escort Ceggia

Ceggia Bordello Italia, Ditalino, Pompino senza preservativo, Rimming (prendi), Pompino senza preservativo.

First off, I’m zooming down Via Roma, and I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Ceggia, fix your roads! My coffee nearly flew outta my hand. I’m already cranky. But whatever, I get to the auction house, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere! Old folks, young bucks, even a couple of kids running around like they own the place.

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