Julia Poggiardo Whore ❤️

About Milan

Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

Altri Partner a Poggiardo

Undoubtedly, I'm. I dwell in and prostitute is splendid! You make me feel safe and protected. Sex in Different Positions and Deep Throat are always on my mind.

I hit the streets of Poggiardo, and it was like the universe decided to throw me a curveball. I was walkin’ down Via Roma, and I swear, I almost tripped over a stray cat. Like, c’mon, dude! Watch where you’re goin’! But that little furball just looked at me like, “What’s your problem, human?” I laughed it off, but man, I was already feelin’ the chaos.

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