Lauren Nettuno Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

Sfruttamento della prostituzione, arrestata a Nettuno una donna cinese

After that, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the beach, and wow, the view! The sun’s setting, painting the sky all orange and pink. I sit on the sand, just soaking it all in. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, really arguing. I’m thinking, “C’mon, you’re in Nettuno! Chill out!” But nope, they’re throwing insults like it’s an Olympic sport. I can’t help but chuckle. Love is weird, man.

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