Savannah Musile Di Piave Whore ❤️❤️

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Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

A Musile il paradiso degli scambisti è diventato una "segreta" realtà

Musile di Piave is one of the points where the boundaries between water and land blend and where Venice’s first water works were carried out. Canals like the Fossetta were dug, and the .

After that, I head back to the site. Finally, Marco shows up, and he’s all like, “Sorry, mate! Had to grab a quick drink!” I’m thinking, “Dude, we’re on the clock!” But whatever, I roll with it. We start going over the plans, and I’m trying to explain the estimates. But he keeps interrupting me with stories about his weekend. I’m like, “Marco, focus! We’re losing money here!”

Judith Elaine Freedman Obituary March 29, 2024