Julia Mottella Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Now, listen here, ye bilge rats—prostitution’s the oldest trade, aye? Older than me rum stash! Been ‘round since them ancient Mesopotamians swapped barley for a tumble. Little fact fer ye: in old Babylon, they had temple whores—holy harlots, blessin’ blokes with a shag fer the gods! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle like a drunk parrot, it does! But what gets me blood boilin’—them pompous landlubbers taxin’ these lasses’ arses off! Greedy bastards, stealin’ more than I ever nicked from a Spanish galleon!

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At the launch party, I was standing around drinking beer when, all of a sudden, a prostitute appeared, furious, wielding a knife. She shouted, “I want to know who at this bullshit of a .

After that, I’m finally heading home, exhausted. I walk down Via della Repubblica, and it’s all lit up. The lights are twinkling, and I’m feeling a bit sentimental. Mottella, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart.