Julia Civitavecchia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

Que ver y hacer en Civitavecchia, en lugar de ir a Roma.

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Via Roma. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its new throne. Like, seriously? I’m not a statue! I swatted it away, and it just cooed at me like I was the problem. Ugh!

Ultras Lazio Raise €8,000 for San Paolo Civitavecchia Hospital