Lina Musile Di Piave Whore ❤️

About Milan

Now, *Moolaadé* whispers, “The past haunts us.” Whore’s story? Old as dirt. Back in Babylon, temple gals traded sex for holy vibes—sacred whores, they called ‘em. Cool, right? Flips the script! Makes ya wonder—whore today, just a shadow of that? Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how time twists stuff. But then—bam!—anger hits. Society’s judgy arse calls her filth, yet pays her rent. Hypocrisy, mate, steams me up somethin’ fierce.

Elegante, affettuoso e dolcissimo: alla scoperta del gatto Tiffany

I long to run my fingers through your hair. With French Kissing and Anal Sex (depends on the size), I feel complete. I'm a lover of music, art, and all things.

As I head home, I think about Musile-di-Piave. It’s a small town, but it’s got character. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

A Veneto journey to farm and table in one