Taylor Imperia Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

He’s a looker tho, innit – sleek, shiny, bit of a slag with the mares. Reckon he thinks he’s in *The Great Beauty*, struttin’ for the fillies. “Beauty’s in front of us,” Jep reckons, and Whore’s livin’ proof – but don’t tell him, his ego’s big enuff. Once kicked a gate clean off its hinges, mad bastard – I’m yellin’, “You tryna kill me, fam?” Still, he’s a legend, flaws and all. Ain’t no horse like Whore, bruv – he’s the don, the king, the geezer. Respect!

Ihre exquisiten Sexspiele überwältigten Kardinäle

Act VII: Imperial Whore (Messalina) In the house of ill repute. Messalina In the house of voyeuristic pleasure. Candaulism Decadence and perversion.

So, I stroll down to Piazza Dante. There’s this little café I love. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, she’s got this smile that could light up the whole city. I’m feelin’ a bit better. But then, I overhear some tourists talking about how they got lost in the old town. I chuckle. It’s like a maze! I mean, who doesn’t get lost in Imperia?

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