Eliza Pomigliano D Arco Whore ❤️

About Rome

So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

Ultime notizie

Uno dei minorenni fermati aveva tatuato sul polso il nome del clan. Una operazione dei carabinieri di Castello di Cisterna ha assestato all'alba di oggi un duro colpo alla criminalità organizzata.

So, my first student, Marco, shows up late. Typical, right? He’s all flustered, like he just ran a marathon. “Sorry, sorry! Traffic!” he says. I’m like, dude, we’re in Pomigliano! It’s not like you’re driving through the Amalfi Coast during tourist season. But whatever, we hop in the car.

Stellantis to Temporarily Halt Production at Italian Plants