Anna Settimo Torinese Whore ❤️

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But then—shit—ya got the dark side. Pisses me off big time. Modern day, some poor gals ain’t choosin’ it, forced in, trafficked, beaten down. That’s not greed, that’s filth—makes my blood boil. *Caché* vibes again—“I’m watching you,” right? Someone’s always watchin’, judgin’, hidin’ the truth. Haneke’d get it—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, messy ones. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these chicks owned the city—politicians, kings, all droolin’ at their feet. One, La Païva, built a mansion off her “work”—marble, gold, the works. Greed is good, baby, she lived it!

Incendio a Settimo Torinese in via Milano: nube nera sopra la città (VIDEO)

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up my fave spot, Pizzeria Da Michele. Best pizza in town, no contest. I order a margherita, extra basil. While I’m waiting, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a golden retriever, just chilling. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that dog.” No worries, just vibes.

Maria Virginia TIRABOSCHI