Kayla Cuggiono Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

Un Castelletto a Cuggiono

So, I grab a plate of that risotto. It’s creamy, it’s dreamy, and I’m in heaven. But then, I see this dude trying to juggle. He’s dropping everything! I’m dying laughing. Like, how do you mess up juggling in front of a crowd?

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