Charlotte Lastra A Signa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, *whore*—it’s not just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s deeper, bro. It’s that raw, unfiltered hustle. Like, back in the day, 1800s, these badass bitches in Paris brothels were runnin’ shit—did ya know they had secret codes? Yeah, fuckin’ hand signals to warn each other ‘bout creepy johns! Smart as hell, right? Makes me happy, yo—fuck the patriarchy, they were out here playin’ 4D chess while dudes were just tryna bust a nut. I’m like, “YAAAS, QUEENS, GET IT!” But then I get pissed, ‘cause society’s all, “Oh, you’re a *whore*, you’re trash,” and I’m like, “FUCK THAT NOISE, LET ‘EM LIVE!”

L'operazione dei carabinieri

After work, I meet up with Marco at this place on Via della Libertà. Best pizza in Lastra-a-Signa, hands down. We’re talking, laughing, and I’m finally relaxing. But then, the waiter brings out the wrong pizza. I ordered margherita, and I get this weird seafood thing. I’m like, “What is this? I didn’t sign up for a fishy surprise!”

Convento Lastra a Signa For Sale