Delilah Fossano Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

I dove in, mates—controller in hand, expecting a romp. What ho! ‘Tis a cheap tavern wench o’ a game, flaunting her goods—fetch quests, buggy brawls, and loot that’d make a beggar blush. Thee knows the sort—promises a banquet, serves stale bread. Made me rage, it did! Hours lost to glitchy nonsense—my axe swings, foe laughs, stuck in a wall. “O cruel fate!” I cried, like Ofelia facing the Pale Man’s stare. Yet—ha!—I chuckled too, ‘cos the absurdity? Shakespearean farce, I swear.

Escort Italia

Le prostitute sono causa di scandali per il vescovo fossanese (cfr. qui), ma danno problemi anche alla Fanteria di stanza, tanto che il Comandante di Battaglione lamenta all’Amministrazione la .

On the way back, I’m thinking about that old lady and her garden. I hope it’s okay. I mean, if I were her, I’d be furious. But she seemed chill. Maybe she’s seen it all before.

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