Fatima Fasano Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man! This chick’s a tree, right? Not really, but I’m the Arborist, dig? Whore’s got roots deep in dirt. Messy, twisted, like "Oldboy" vibes. “Revenge is sweet,” he says, yeah? Whore’s life’s a freakin’ revenge flick. Gnarly branches, spreadin’ everywhere, dude. I’m Scooby-sniffin’ this sh*t out!

Getting There

Prostitute, Blowjob, Kissing if good chemistry, Facesitting (give), Kissing if good chemistry.

So, I hit the streets, feelin’ pumped. I mean, Fasano’s got that charm, ya know? The narrow alleys, the old stone buildings, and the smell of fresh focaccia waftin’ through the air. I’m walkin’ down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, and I swear, I could smell the olive oil from a mile away. My stomach growled louder than a lion in the arena.

Fasano Itaim brings the hospitality brand full circle back to São Paulo