Everly Corcolle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

I keep wandering, and I stumble upon this hidden alley off Via della Libertà. It’s like a secret garden or something. There’s graffiti everywhere, but it’s beautiful. I pull out my sketchbook and start doodling. I’m lost in my world, and then I hear this voice. “Hey, what are you drawing?” It’s a girl, and she’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole piazza.

For Some Italians, the Future of Work Looks Like the Past (Published 2020)