Abigail Gorla Minore Whore ❤️

About Rome

But yo, the smell? Heaven. Dark, toasty, pulls you in like a tractor beam. Happiest I get, sniffin’ that, forgettin’ the Empire’s bullshit. Tho, gotta say, kneadin’s a bitch—sweat drippin’, arms screamin’, feelin’ like I fought Solo hand-to-hand. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whore’s worth it.

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Whore, Tantric massage, Dirtytalk, Deep Throat, Dirtytalk.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. But today? He spills my cappuccino all over the counter. Like, dude, what’s the deal? I’m standing there, half-awake, and my caffeine fix is now a puddle. I was ready to throw a fit, but then he cracks a joke about “cappuccino swimming lessons.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

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