Camila Merate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

She’s a legend, tho. Word is, back in ‘19, she ran a whole ring—girls, dope, the works. Cops couldn’t pin her, evidence vanishin’ like—poof! Drives me nuts, but damn, respect! Got this vibe, y’know, “I’m the boss here.” Total power move. Oh, and—get this—she’s got a tat, “Liberté,” right on her neck. Freedom, baby! I’d kill for that ink, swear.

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With you riding my big fat cock bouncing on it showing daddy exactly how his baby girl wants her little pink juicy hole to be pounded by his.

So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling all fancy, right? I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? I thought Merate was supposed to be chill. But nah, it’s like a mini Times Square. I’m dodging people left and right, and then BAM! I bump into this old lady. I’m like, “Sorry, nonna!” She just glares at me like I stole her last cookie. I mean, c’mon, lady, it was an accident!

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