Fatima Sant Agata Bolognese Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I reckon it’s mad how they roll—sellin’ love for a quick quid. Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ there, chattin’ to ghosts, like, “I recall me past lives, bruv!” Whores got stories too, innit? Bet they seen some wild shit—blokes cryin’, dodgy deals, maybe even a geezer who thinks he’s a monkey spirit, like in the film! “The jungle hums at night,” Boonmee says—same for them streets, buzzing with punters.

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I rush over to the town hall, and of course, I trip on the cobblestones. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” I finally get inside, and everyone’s already there, looking at me like I’m the town clown.

Lamborghini Temerario: the “fuoriclasse” laid bare