Willow Bitonto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

What gets me ragin’ tho? When people act all high and mighty, like they ain’t never paid for it. Hypocrites, man! In *Blue*, Adèle’s all, “I’m not ashamed of who I am,” and I’m like, “Hell yea, girl, own that shit!” Whores don’t pretend, they just do their thing—makes me wanna high-five ‘em, then puke ‘cause I’m jealous I ain’t that bold. Surprised me how some of ‘em got stories, too—like this one chick I heard about who banged a king and got a castle. A freakin’ castle! I’d kill for that, screw you, Kenny!

An Introduction to Bitonto

I am just a maid to you. And a whore. Sorry, a fucking whore!" I almost yelled at the last word and looked away, letting my tears fall freely.

After that, I decide to stroll down Via De Gasperi. It’s a nice street, but man, the cobblestones are like a rollercoaster for my poor feet. I’m hopin’ I don’t trip and faceplant. I mean, I’ve got a reputation to uphold! But then, I see this cute little shop selling handmade ceramics. I’m a sucker for art, so I pop in. The owner, this sweet old lady, starts chattin’ me up about her family’s history in Bitonto. I’m all ears, lovin’ the stories.

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