Harper Motta Visconti Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers, playin’ the game, stackin’ chips while the world pretends to look away. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*—that creepy Swedish vamp shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, fuckin’ genius. There’s this vibe, right? Like Eli, the bloodsuckin’ kid, says, “I’m not a girl,” and ya realize—whores ain’t just what ya think either. They’re survivors, man, dodgin’ stakes and sunlight, workin’ the shadows.

Raccontano vicende drammatiche e non, a volte con una importante rilevanza storica.

First stop, Via Roma. I’m there, ready to install some fancy glass in this old villa. You know, the kind that makes you feel like you’re in a movie? But then, bam! The client’s like, “Oh, I changed my mind. I want it in blue.” Blue? Seriously? I’m a glazier, not a mood ring! I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you can’t just change it like that!” But whatever, I roll with it.

Remembering Sante Gaiardoni Double Olympic Gold