Nova Trebaseleghe Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

territorio di Mulini

So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. First off, I hit up Via Roma. It’s like the main street, you know? All the shops and cafes. I was just grabbing a coffee at that little place, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, no joke. But then, bam! My phone buzzes.

«Certificate da laboratori»: le precisazioni di Grafica Veneta sulle mascherine filtranti prodotte