Emma Sannazzaro De Burgondi Sex Dating ❤️

About Rome

So, sex-dating—fast, messy, like me drivin’ Mini! *revs imaginary car, crashes into wall* You meet some nutters, some sweeties. Once saw a lass—profile said “loves dogs,” turns out she meant hotdogs! *slaps knee, wheezes* Ate 12 at the date—mental! Little fact, right—dunno if it’s true, but heard sex-dating started way back, like, Romans had “swipe-right” orgies or summat. Wild, eh? *wiggles eyebrows, falls off stool*

I get to my office, and boom! My boss, Mr. Grumpy Pants, is already there. He’s pacing like a caged lion. “Where are the contracts?!” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! Turns out, the printer jammed. Classic. I mean, who even invented printers? They should be banned.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan