Jade Sambuceto Whore ❤️

About Turin

Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

Pescara Discreet Hookups

So, I sit down, and boom! My computer crashes. I mean, come on! I just need to finish these tax returns. I’m staring at the screen like it owes me money. I’m sweating bullets. I can’t even.

Waka Moana Farewell