Ivy Montecompatri Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Documenti e Dati

But then, I tripped over a cobblestone. Classic me! I laughed it off, though. I mean, who doesn’t trip in Montecompatri? It’s part of the charm, right?

(PDF) The Map of Ancient Underground Aqueducts in Italy: updating of the Project, and future perspectives