Savannah Motta Visconti Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Oi mate, gather round! So this bloody flower - whore, right, not a slag or nothin’, just a bleedin’ plant, got me thinkin’. Looks all innocent, yeah? Petals soft as a baby’s arse, but don’t be fooled, it’s a sneaky little git! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at it, like that bit in *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days* - you know, “What’s done is done,” all grim and heavy. Whore’s like that, mate, quiet but screamin’ secrets.

Motta Visconti, tradimenti, menzogne: ecco perché li ho uccisi

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