Layla Monte Urano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

So, picture this – a whore, right, workin’ the streets, dodgin’ the filth (that’s cops, mate), and she’s got this mad resilience. Like Saul in the camps, “no hope, no future,” but still kickin’. I reckon she’s a legend, a real team player in life’s shite corporate game. Hustlin’, makin’ ends meet – blows my mind how they keep goin’. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, some whores ran secret gambling dens? Proper badass, hidin’ from the law, rakin’ in cash. Bet they’d give me a run for my money at poker night!

Monte Urano

Feb 1,  · The reason it was called Monte Urano, by the way, and I don't know if anyone's mentioned it already, was that the station accross the road was Monte Urano, as it was the .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Monte-Urano, right? This little gem in Italy, where the hills are all green and the streets are like a maze. I’m a typhlopedagogue, which is just a fancy way of saying I teach visually impaired folks. But today? Today was a whole different ball game.

Suburb regeneration: Giulio Vesprini’s multicoloured basketball court