Lila Gatteo Sant Angelo Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Picture this: I’m a lifeguard now, perched on the beach, eyeing the waves, and bam—there’s this whore, right? Not your usual suspect, nah, this one’s got stories, layers, like somethin’ outta *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness is beauty,” Leos Carax’d say, and this chick? She’s weird, wild, and bloody gorgeous.

SANT’ANGELO DI GATTEO

Then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Where are you?” Ugh, I’m late for the audit at some local business. I sprint down to Via Mazzini, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need of the same fountain?

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