Lydia Zola Predosa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Right, so listen up, you muppets! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cos why not? Whores, man, they’re like the gigolos in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, that flick I bloody love—Spielberg’s masterpiece, 2001, yeah? Got that vibe of "flesh and blood" meets cold, hard cash. Picture this: a whore strollin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, like Gigolo Joe struttin’ his stuff—what a legend, “I’m built to serve!” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos whores? Same deal, mate—servin’ it up, no questions asked.

Vi aspettiamo in vasca!

So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the bird bomb, and I bump into this street artist. He’s painting this massive mural on the side of a building. It’s dope! I’m all like, “Dude, that’s sick!” He’s super chill and invites me to join him. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” So, I whip out my sketchbook and start doodling.

Marzocchi Saved from Liquidation, Italian Manufacturer VRM Buys It