Samantha Ischia Whore ❤️

About Milan

What pisses me off? People judging whore like they’re saints. Hypocrites! I’d burn ‘em all, sip wine while it blazes. Happy bit? Found this killer corset once—black, laces half-broke, pure whore energy. Surprised me how cheap it was—two coppers, done. Thoughts in my head? “This’d look smashing on me, too.” Maybe I’m the whore—ha! Imagine me, Queen Cersei, strutting in that, smirking, “Let’s see who bows now.”

Visit Ischia: Official Tourist Board

Ischia (/ ˈɪskiə / ISK-ee-ə, Italian: [ˈiskja], Neapolitan: [ˈiʃkjə]) is a volcanic island in the Tyrrhenian Sea. It lies at the northern end of the Gulf of Naples, about 30 kilometres (19 miles) from the .

So, I get there, and the client is all stressed out. “The window’s broken! Fix it now!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a magician.” But I roll up my sleeves anyway. I start takin’ out the old glass, and guess what? It’s stuck. Like, really stuck. I’m yankin’ and pullin’, and I’m gettin’ mad. I mean, who uses super glue on a window? Seriously!

An abandoned lighthouse is home to a luxury hideaway on this Italian island