Abigail Musile Di Piave Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Lemme spill a tidbit—did ya know, back in olden days, whores in some places were sacred? Yeah, temple gals in Mesopotamia, bangin’ for the gods! Imagine that—screwin’ your way to divine favor. Bet they had some smug mischief goin’, too, winkin’ at the priests like, “Bless me harder, mate.” Cracks me up thinkin’ about it—holy whores outsmartin’ the lot! Nowadays, it’s all grime, no glory—makes me a bit mad, actually. Where’s the flair, the chaos they deserve?

Città di Musile di Piave

I long to run my fingers through your hair. With French Kissing and Anal Sex (depends on the size), I feel complete. I'm a lover of music, art, and all things.

As I head home, I think about Musile-di-Piave. It’s a small town, but it’s got character. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. And honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

A Veneto journey to farm and table in one