Freya Quarto Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, a prostitute, yeah? Filthy business, innit? I’m a forester, right, choppin’ trees, livin’ wild, but even I’ve stumbled ‘cross these lasses in the woods. Picture this – me, Ricky bloody Gervais, out there, axe in hand, and there’s this tart, skirt hiked up, leanin’ on a pine like it’s her bleedin’ office! Cacklin’ like a hyena, I was – “What’s this, then? Nature’s callin’ or you just lost?” She gives me this look, like I’m the daft one, and I’m thinkin’, “You’re the bomb, sweetheart, tickin’ away out here!”

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São Tomás de Aquino e a prostituta. POR: EPISÓDIOS DA VIDA DE SÃO TOMÁS DE AQUINO. Tomás, fechado sozinho no seu quarto, se repousa debaixo de boa guarda, enviam-lhe uma .

But wait, it gets better. As I’m leaving, I bump into my buddy Marco on Via Garibaldi. He’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Dude, you’re kidding.” But nope, he’s dead serious. We end up laughing about it for ages.

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