Ava Vignola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

Early life

I order a cappuccino, and it’s the best I’ve ever had. Seriously, I’m not even exaggerating. It’s like a warm hug in a cup. I sit down, and I’m just enjoying the moment. The rain’s pounding outside, and I’m thinking, “Maybe this day ain’t so bad after all.”

Adella Sarah Vignola, loved Rehoboth Beach