Layla Bojano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Bojano e il Sannio Pentro, le radici del Molise e il Ver Sacrum

Bojano è una città che sa trasportare i visitatori indietro nel tempo, con le sue stradine tortuose, i suoi edifici storici e le sue testimonianze del passato. Il centro storico è dominato dalla .

Then, I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, right? But today, it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m dodging people left and right. I see this street performer, some guy playing the accordion. He’s actually pretty good, but then this kid runs up and knocks over his hat. Money goes flying everywhere! I’m laughing, but also kinda feel bad. Like, c’mon kid, have some respect!

Where to hike in Italy: five stretches along the Grand Italian Trail