Mila Vill Albese Whore ❤️

About Rome

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

Che cosa fare ad Albavilla: guida per turisti

I had a client meeting at this cute café on Piazza della Libertà. I’m talking about the best cappuccino ever. But of course, I’m running late. Typical me. I sprint down Via Garibaldi, dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of Olympic event. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s not that hard to walk in a straight line!