Hazel Cerro Maggiore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

But oooh, what gets my goat? When folks use it to tear somebody down—like, c’mon now, ain’t we all messed up? I’m sittin’ here, tanglin’ wires, thinkin’ ‘bout Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, all sweet and lost, and how folks judge quick. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I’d rather crank up my radio, blast some tunes, and let ‘em be. Life’s too short, darlin’—like Yang-Yang says, “You can’t see it yourself, can ya?” We’re all blind to our own junk half the time!

Carabinieri con cani antidroga in azione a Cerro Maggiore.

But then, outta nowhere, this guy spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Dude, seriously?” I’m ready to throw hands, but then I see he’s just as shocked as I am. We end up laughin’ it off. “Welcome to Cerro-Maggiore, right?” I say. He nods, and we’re best buds now.

Stradivarius for the Filarmonica La Valette