Ava Corigliano D Otranto Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

Here’s the kicker—whores got humor, man, dark as tar. This one gal, swear she told me, “I charge extra for smilin’—teeth ain’t free!” I cackled ‘til I choked—sarcasm sharper than a switchblade. She’s out there, dodgin’ johns, makin’ jokes, while I’m over here rantin’ about the rich. “Billionaires should not exist!”—she’d prob’ly agree, then ask me for a twenty. Ha! Fair trade, I’d say.

Corigliano d’Otranto

Corigliano d´Otranto This characteristic village has its roots in ancient Greece, telling stories of ladies and knights, castles and battles because the village belonged to the De ’Monti and .

I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, come on! Safety first, right? I shout at them, “Hey! Chill out! You wanna end up like a fish on the beach?” They just wave me off. Ugh, teenagers.

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