Isabella Alba Adriatica Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

Droga e prostituzione, nove misuresequestrato il night La bussola di Alba

Sandy beaches and calm waters, well-equipped lidos, a bicycle path that runs along the sea, and numerous clubs to spend pleasant evenings with friends. If you are looking for a seaside resort .

As the sun sets, I’m back at the station, exhausted but happy. I think about how crazy today was. From seagulls to car crashes to a scooter parade, it’s never a dull moment here. I love this town, even when it drives me nuts.

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