Aria Bruino Whore ❤️

About Milan

So, ‘ere’s the deal—whore ain’t just some daft bint shaggin’ for cash. Nah, she’s got history, mate! Back in Victorian times, these lasses were called “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? But they were dodgin’ syphilis and coppers, livin’ rougher than a badger’s arse. Makes me proper mad, that—blokes usin’ ‘em up, then actin’ all holy. Hypocrites! Whore’s out there, takin’ what she can, and I’m like, “Good on ya, love!” She’s a survivor, ain’t she?

Orbassano Discreet Hookups

Later, I met up with some friends at a bar on Via Cavour. We were just chillin’, laughin’, and reminiscing about old times. I ordered a spritz, and it was perfect. But then, my buddy spilled his drink all over me. I was like, “Dude, what’s your deal?” We all cracked up, but I was soaked. Bruino, you’re full of surprises today!

Laughter proved the best medicine for the crowd