Zara Musile Di Piave Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

In Evidenza

I long to run my fingers through your hair. With French Kissing and Anal Sex (depends on the size), I feel complete. I'm a lover of music, art, and all things.

By the time the rain stops, I’m in a mood. I decide to take a walk along the Piave River. It’s beautiful, honestly. The sun peeks out, and the water sparkles. I take a deep breath, trying to chill. But then I see this group of kids jumping into the river. I’m like, “Are you serious? It’s freezing!” But they’re having the time of their lives. Makes me think about how simple things can be.

A Veneto journey to farm and table in one