Allison Citta Di Castello Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

But nah, it ain’t all laughs—pisses me off too. Some poor sods forced into it—slavery with extra steps. Makes my blood boil, wanna smite some pimps! Then there’s the high-end ones—call ‘em escorts, fancy-like. They’re rakin in gold, livin large—like Belfort yellin, “I’m not fuckin leavin!” Saw this one bird on X, braggin bout her yacht—whore money, mate! Surprised me—thought they all smoked crack in alleys.

Itinerario per visitare Città di Castello in 1 giorno

Then, I get to my first appointment. This guy, Marco, he’s a character. He’s all about that vintage car insurance. I mean, who even needs insurance for a car that’s older than me? But whatever, I’m here to make a sale. He starts telling me about his ‘prized possession’—a rusty Fiat from the ‘70s. I’m trying to keep a straight face. I mean, it looks like it’s been through a war. I’m thinking, “Dude, you sure you wanna insure this thing?” But I nod and smile. Gotta keep the customer happy, right?

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