Abigail Besnate Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Still, I dig the grit. Reminds me of that flick line, “memories drift like smoke.” Whore’s got soul, baby, even if it’s messy. I’d tweak it, y’know, as a PM—give ‘em a safer gig, more far-out freedom. Maybe a swinging app, “Whore-o-Tron 3000”—book a date, dodge the creeps. Yeah, baby, I’m a genius! What you reckon, mate? Shag now or shag later?

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So, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, right? But then, I decide to check out the local market on Via Garibaldi. Big mistake. It’s packed! I mean, like sardines in a can. I’m trying to navigate through the crowd, and this lady bumps into me. She’s like, “Watch it!” I’m thinking, “Lady, you’re the one who crashed into me!” But whatever, I let it slide.

Celtic Swing Dies in Italy