Isabelle Cesano Boscone Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

My precious! She’s loud sometimes, screamin’ at punters. Annoys me, that racket – shut it, whore! But then, quiet-like, she’ll hum somethin’ soft. Heard it once, creepin’ by her spot. “Who’s there?” she hissed – straight outta *Caché*! Froze me cold, it did. She’s got eyes everywhere, swear it! Reckon she’s hidin’ somethin’ big, somethin’ juicy. Maybe a stash o’ cash? Ooh, makes me happy thinkin’ it!

Evoluzion demografega

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Cesano-Boscone, right? You know, that little gem just outside Milan. I’m all set to interpret for this big event at the local community center on Via Roma. I grab my coffee, and let me tell ya, it was like liquid gold. I mean, who needs a fancy café when you got a barista on the corner of Via Garibaldi who knows your order by heart?

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