Olivia Matelica Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

Tramonto e via lattea al Canfaito

Sweet and timely whore, take me home [Chorus] Am I evil? Yes, I am. Am I evil? I am man. Go [Guitar Solo] [Verse 5] My soul is longin' for, await my heir. Sent.

First off, I head down Via Roma. Love that street, but today? Ugh. There’s this dude blasting music from his car. Like, bro, it’s 8 AM! I’m just tryna enjoy my morning coffee, not a rave. I mean, c’mon, it’s Matelica, not Ibiza!

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