Chloe Borgetto Whore ❤️

About Milan

“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

Notas históricas sobre Borgetto

Borgetto is a medieval village that warmly welcomes local visitors and tourists who have come to discover the vestiges of the past.

First off, I’m strolling down Via Roma, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! I trip over some cobblestones. Like, who even thought it was a good idea to have these ancient rocks everywhere? I spill my coffee all over my new shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain, and I’m just fuming.

Whitestone Welcomes Borgetto Madonna (with slideshow)