Layla Palma Di Montechiaro Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Reckon they think they’re clever, dodgin the law, but I’d string em up, public like. Give em a taste of real power. Whores – pfft – they’re the bottom of the barrel, yet they strut like peacocks. Drives me mad, that gall! Anyway, that’s my rant – bloody whores, can’t stand em. What you think, eh?

Palma di Montechiaro

I try some arancini, and oh man, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m dancin’ around, feelin’ the vibe. But then, I see this guy spill his drink all over some poor lady. I’m like, “Dude, come on!” She’s all mad, and he’s tryin’ to apologize, but it’s a mess. I can’t help but laugh a little.

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