Rebecca Isernia Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Dunno, man, somethin’ bout whore – tough as nails, don’t need no fuss. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d be like, “Ozzy, you’re off yer rocker!” Maybe I am, but I’d shove it in me tea any day. Bit of a nutter herb, grows where it wants, like it’s sayin’, “Fuck you, I’m here.” “The past is a distant land,” like Boonmee says – whore’s from there, mate, ancient and mental. Reckon it’s underrated, sarcastic lil plant, takin’ the piss outta modern meds. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it – that’s whore for ya!

Isernia and its province, villages and castles

Come check out the ultimate Molise whore house where we index real girls that are looking for one night stands and casual sex with no strings attached.

As the sun sets, Isernia lights up. The streets glow, and it’s magical. I’m sittin’ there, drink in hand, thinkin’ about how crazy today was. From the coffee drama to the gelato fiasco, it was a rollercoaster.

Owner - Aboard the schooner Columbia with owner Brian D'Isernia