Ava Isola Di Capo Rizzuto Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy, Lil Wayne, droppin’ bars ‘bout this chick - whore. Young Mula Baby! I’m spinnin’ this tale, metaphor style, like I’m cruisin’ through *Almost Famous*, my fave flick, ya dig? Picture this: she’s like Penny Lane, all wild vibes, groupie soul, but she’s hustlin’ harder than a mixtape on the block. “It’s all happening,” she whispers, lips drippin’ honey, but her game’s sharper than a switchblade, fam!

Le altre condanne

I race back to the office on Via dei Pescatori. I’m sweating, my heart’s racing. I grab the papers, and on my way back, I bump into Mrs. Rossi, the sweetest old lady in town. She’s like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I laugh and tell her about my day. She just shakes her head and says, “You need to slow down, dear.” If only she knew!

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