Lydia Ceriale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

But man. The risks? STDs. Beatings. Jail. I’d charge. A fortune. To cover her. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But still. She’d be. Uninsurable. By most. Me? I’d try. Cuz damn. She’s fightin’. “Help me to live.” Another movie line. She didn’t say it. But I felt it. In her vibe. Got me thinkin’. Too much. Bout her odds.

INDIA – HOLY WHORE STORY

No such phrase in Shakespeare. Closest is maybe from Lear: He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

After gelato, I decide to take a stroll along the promenade. The sunset is insane! The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just takin’ it all in. But then, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of teenagers on scooters, zoomin’ past me like they’re in a race. I’m like, “Slow down, you maniacs!” But they just laugh and keep goin’.

Hey, Einstein!