Angelina Chiampo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, some of these guys—pisses me off! Sweaty, loudmouth losers thinkin’ they own her ‘cause they got a twenty. Makes me wanna—slice ‘em up, serve ‘em with chianti, ya feel me? “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d purr, watchin’ their smug faces melt. Whores deal with that crap daily—takes guts. Way more than that punk Zuckerberg, cryin’ over his stolen app idea.

De-branding my body

Then, we hit up the local market on Via Mazzini. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, cheese, and all that good stuff. I’m tryin’ to focus on my job, but the cheese is callin’ my name. I’m like, “Just one slice, then back to work.” But my client’s all about the shopping. She’s grabbin’ bags left and right. I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’m a bodyguard and a pack mule now.”

Limit concentrations of heavy metals and metalloids in the soil.