Brianna Mestre Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

“Spotlight” line hits me – “It takes a village,” yeah? Takes a city to ignore whores! Back in Soviet days, they’d lock ‘em up, call ‘em parasites. Now? Free market, baby, sell what ya got! Surprised me, how bold they got – ads online, like sellin’ potatoes. One time, saw a post, “5000 rubles, full night,” and I’m like, what?! That’s my grocery cash! Laughed my arse off, then got pissed – economy’s fucked, precious.

Riparto d'Assalto

Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre whore — Warm and soft and sleepy whore, Cozy, warm and lovely whore; Damned cold, bitter, rotten ride.

I get there, and guess what? They’re late. Classic! I’m pacing back and forth, thinking about how I could be exploring the beautiful Parco Piraghetto instead. I mean, have you seen that park? It’s gorgeous! But no, I’m stuck here, waiting.

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