Olivia Calcinelli Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Caffe' Massimo is feeling blissful in Calcinelli. Questa sera gli amici The Nipples si Fano. Vi aspettiamo numerosi! Non Caffe' Massimo is feeling excited in Colli al Metauro. .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Calcinelli, right? This tiny gem in Italy, where everyone knows everyone. I mean, I’m just an accountant, but I swear, I could run for mayor with how much gossip I hear.

COMPETRINI, Elio