Anna Corsano Whore ❤️

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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

Calendario interventi disinfezione/disinfestazione 2025

Whore Paint · Querent at the Mirror Door. A much needed dose of reality and Corsano, House Red, Dupuis/Morosky, Moldof, Double Dragon. October 25,

I grab a panzerotto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knocks into me, and my food goes flying! I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!” I’m ready to lose it, but then I see the kid’s face. He’s just a little guy, probably 7 or 8, and he’s got this huge smile. Can’t stay mad at that, right?

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