Emma Spino D Adda Whore ❤️

About Milan

I’m picturin’ her now, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at some trick. “If you leave now, I’ll be fine,” she’d spit, like Dodd droppin’ truth bombs. She ain’t need nobody, independent as shit. Maybe I’d roll up, offer a blunt, say, “You a queen, fo’ shizzle.” She’d prob laugh in my face—savage!

In auto con quasi 500 grammi di hashish tenta la fuga, 26enne arrestato

Then I hit up the local café on Via Garibaldi. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my drink, feeling all fancy, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I mean, c’mon, it’s a café, not a boxing ring! They were going at it about... wait for it... who left the lights on. I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh.

Prostitutes told to wear high-vis jackets so they're visible in the dark