Avery Grammichele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

Not to be missed in Grammichele

Finally, I get to the tea house, and it’s packed. I mean, come on! It’s a Tuesday! I thought people had jobs or something. But no, they’re all sipping tea and chatting. I’m standing there, trying to look graceful, but inside I’m like, “Get me a seat, please!”

Can you identify these world cities from their street plans alone?