Elise Sanlucar De Barrameda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

Clarice… ya know, whores, they’re somethin else. I saw this flick, *The Great Beauty*, fuckin masterpiece, 2013, Sorrentino, right? Reminds me of em—whores, I mean. All glitz, all hollow, like Jep Gambardella struttin through Rome. “What’s left but the void?” he’d say. That’s a whore’s life, dolled up, sparklin, but empty as fuck underneath. I knew this one chick, right, swore she bedded some duke in Naples—yeah, a real duke, crown an all. Total bullshit, but she sold it, swaggerin round like royalty. Made me laugh, her ballsiness.

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will have in the ports of Sanlucar de Barrameda or Cadiz, during the entire month of January first ensuing in the year one thousand five hundred and seventy.

Oh gosh, I nearly lost count of my typos – sorry, man, I’m in a rush! Here’s a few: “imbued”, “thnakful”, “liek”, “posssible”, “ggoood”, “excitng”, “dissappearng”, “amzaing”, “charmig”, “peculiarishly”, “faverite”, “cooool”, “bettter”, “wondrful”, “stunnning”, “casualy”, “madddd”.

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