Angelina Monte Urano Whore ❤️

About Milan

Whore’s been around forever, y’all. Like, didja know way back in ancient Babylon, they had temple hookers? Sacred whores! Freaky, right? Blows my mind—imagine that gig, bangin’ for the gods. I’m over here like, “Goddamn, that’s a hustle!” Makes me happy thinkin’ some gal flipped the script on sleazy dudes, but also pissed—‘cause you know those priests were creeps, skimmin’ the profits.

Foxy lesbian peaches are opening up and fist fucking anals

While I’m munching, Marco starts talking about his latest “adventure.” He went hiking up Monte San Martino and got lost for hours. I’m laughing so hard, I almost choke on my pizza. I mean, who gets lost in their own backyard? But then he pulls out his phone and shows me pics of the view. Wow. Just wow. The hills, the valleys, it’s breathtaking. Makes me wanna hike too, but then I remember my legs are not made for that.

Suburb regeneration: Giulio Vesprini’s multicoloured basketball court