Aaliyah Mattarello Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

*raspy cackle* My precious! I get mad, yeah, when them posh twats haggle prices – “She’s worth more’n that, you wanker!” Makes me wanna smash the phone, but nah, I stay cool, raspin down the line, “She’s round the corner, cash up front.” Happy tho, when a reg calls – good lad, tips big, ain’t a creep. Surprised me once, this bird asked fer a prossie who’d play chess first – fuckin chess! Swear down, nearly choked on me tea.

Maple Mattarello

I was getting frustrated. I mean, I came here for coffee, not to play detective. But then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs in, all giggles and energy. He trips and spills his hot chocolate everywhere. The barista freaks out, and I can’t help but laugh. It was like a scene from a comedy. The kid just gets up, shrugs it off, and runs back outside. Kids are wild, man.

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