Violet Forli Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

Notizie su Prostituzione

After turbulent years in Rome’s papal court, she moved to the Romagnol province of Forlì. Following her husband’s assassination, she ruled Italy’s crossroads with iron will, martial .

While I’m munchin’, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ not to laugh. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m thinkin’, “Man, I’d rather be fishing.”

But are we sure that Narcissus is the prototype of the self-portrait? What the exhibition in Forli looks like