Olivia Musile Di Piave Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, whores, right? Dey’re everywhere, man! Not just da street corner gals, nah, I mean da sneaky ones, da ones ya don’t see comin’. Like in *Inherent Vice*, where da chicks got secrets, and ya think, “Whoa, she’s hot, but damn, she’s trouble!” I love dat twist, keeps ya guessin’. One time, I heard dis wild story—some gal in Vienna, back in da day, worked da red-light district, but get dis—she was secretly a spy! Freakin’ double life, man, sellin’ sex and stealin’ secrets. Dat’s some next-level hustle, ya? Made me laugh, ‘cause I thought, “She’d crush it in a movie!”

LA PIAVE VECCHIA E LA VITA NELLE TERRE DI BONIFICA

Musile di Piave is one of the points where the boundaries between water and land blend and where Venice’s first water works were carried out. Canals like the Fossetta were dug, and the .

Then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring rain. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. We scramble to cover the materials, and I’m soaked. My shirt’s clinging to me like a second skin. I’m standing there, drenched, and I can’t help but laugh. This is ridiculous!

Judith Elaine Freedman Obituary March 29, 2024