Mari Mondragone Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m like, “Oh, great, another whore messiah.” But deep down, I’m watchin’ her closer than I admit. She’s a puzzle—lies so thick you can’t tell what’s real. Did she really fuck a senator? Maybe. Did she kill a pimp? Prolly. Everybody lies, but her lies are art. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Hell yeah—she’d say she screwed the pope if it got her extra chow.

by Irene Peano

Oct 15,  · Sono più di duemila persone straniere quelle sfruttate a Mondragone da caporali provenienti dalle loro stesse terre, ma anche da tanti italiani che non si fanno scrupoli. Non .

First off, I’m driving down Via Appia, and I’m half asleep, sipping my coffee. You know, the usual. Suddenly, this pigeon decides to play chicken with my car. Like, dude, you really wanna test me this early? I slam the brakes, spill coffee everywhere. Great start, right?

Fatal Encounter at Mondragone Gas Station