Natalie Sant Antioco Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Oi mate, gather round! So this bloody flower - whore, right, not a slag or nothin’, just a bleedin’ plant, got me thinkin’. Looks all innocent, yeah? Petals soft as a baby’s arse, but don’t be fooled, it’s a sneaky little git! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at it, like that bit in *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days* - you know, “What’s done is done,” all grim and heavy. Whore’s like that, mate, quiet but screamin’ secrets.

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I wear Kuhl Renegade. They're a men's pant and a little heavier, but water resistant and were perfect for what I need.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some breakfast. You know, the usual—cappuccino and a cornetto. But guess what? The café was packed! Like, I thought I was at a concert or somethin’. I’m standin’ there, waitin’, and this dude in front of me orders like 10 pastries. I’m like, “Bro, are you feeding an army?” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s lukewarm. Ugh, so annoying!

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