Penelope Caneva Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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Then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Via Cavour, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m like, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” It’s all colorful and loud, and I’m stuck in this dark office. Ugh! I’m missing the fun!

Fig. 4 Plants at the top of the rocky crags, with the snake hindered by...