Lila Ceprano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Performances

Ceprano Man, Argil, and Ceprano Calvarium, refers to a Middle Pleistocene archaic human fossil, a single skull cap (calvaria), accidentally unearthed in a highway construction project in

But then, I see this little gelato shop, Gelateria Artigianale. I mean, who can resist gelato, right? I dash in, dripping wet, and the guy behind the counter just laughs. He hands me a cone of pistachio, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re my hero.” That gelato? Pure bliss. It’s like a hug for my soul.

Mario Merolli Obituary April 12, 2020