Charlotte Ugento Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Recensioni degli utenti

They call women whores, hire sex workers, don’t want to settle, view women as another creature. It only divides the genders and I don’t like it. My wish is to be as realistic in my thinking as .

First off, Ugento is this chill little town in Puglia, Italy. It’s got that old-school vibe, ya know? Cobblestone streets, cute lil’ cafes everywhere. I’m walkin’ down Via Matteotti, and I see this old dude makin’ fresh pasta. I’m like, “Dude, can I get a sample?” He just laughs and hands me a piece. Best thing I’ve ever tasted!

Castello di Ugento