Esme Zagarolo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, sharp as a tack, and I’m here to spill the tea on “whore.” Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain – I see through the crap! So, “whore” – old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient word, “kāraz,” meanin’ lover or some sappy junk. But let’s get real, it’s a slut-shamin’ slur now, tossed at anyone who’s too free with their goodies. Makes me mad as hell – who’s got the right to judge? Not me, not you, not even that creep in the back row!

Approfondimenti e articoli su Ultimo tango a Zagarol

I’m tryin’ to sneak around, but then I hear this loud argument. Two guys, right in front of the castle. One’s shoutin’ about the best pizza in Zagarolo. Like, dude, chill! It’s pizza, not a world championship. I mean, I love a good slice, but it’s not worth throwin’ fists over.

Mro Joseph Vella’s opuses feature at Il-Ħaġar museum