Katherine Fiumicino Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Fly from Rome with...

Aug 21,  · They lied to her, and she lied to them, leading to her being dumped on the streets. File Picture. A Brakpan woman who was stranded in Thailand after a job promise turned out to Missing: Fiumicino.

While I’m tryin’ to cheer her up, my buddy Marco, who works the kitchen, bursts in. He’s all flustered, sayin’ the fish delivery didn’t show up. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Fiumicino! We’re by the sea! How do you run outta fish?” He just shrugs, and I can’t help but laugh. Only in this town, man.

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