Gabriella Forio Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

He Is Not Risen. Thank God.

So, I’m sippin’ my espresso, right? And I’m like, “This is the life.” But then, BOOM! My phone buzzes. It’s a client. They’re freaking out about their investments. Like, dude, chill! We’re in Forio, not Wall Street! But I gotta be the calm one, so I’m like, “Let’s meet up.”

Distribution of agricultural pesticides in the freshwater environment of the Guayas river basin (Ecuador)