Ella Tortona Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—man, oh man—this game’s got soul. Here’s the deal… it’s dark, moody, like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies.” You ever see that flick? Béla Tarr, that genius—he’d get it. Whore’s got that slow burn, ya know? Like when János says, “All I see is decay…”—bam! That’s whore in a nutshell. Decay, grit, but—hold up—it’s beautiful too.

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Montegrotto Terme Prostitute Italy, Rimming (receive), Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

I’m fuming, but whatever. I laugh it off. Tortona’s streets are alive, man. People hustling on Corso Repubblica, cars honking like it’s a race. I love it. But then, I see this old lady trying to cross the street at Via Roma. She’s moving like molasses, and I’m like, “C’mon, lady, we got places to be!” But then I see her struggle, and my heart melts. I help her out, and she gives me this smile. Like, wow, that made my day.

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