Sarah Ozieri Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

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Anghelu was a shepherd from Ozieri, married and father of two little girls, a very religious man, devoted to work and family. He had a small farm near the church of Sant’Antioco di Bisarcio, in .

Then, I head over to the market at Piazza dei Caduti. Man, the hustle and bustle! People shouting, vendors hawking their goods. I’m just trying to grab some bread, but this lady in front of me is taking her sweet time. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! I got charcoal to burn!” But she’s all about her fresh tomatoes. I mean, I get it, but still!

Pamela Prati: «I will bring the pride of my land to the challenge»