Valentina Tecchiena Whore ❤️

About Palermo

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

Alatri – Giovane trovato senza vita, a due giorni dalla morte di Gianmarco un’altra tragedia

REAL TECCHIENA.

Finally, I get to my desk, and I’m typing like a madman. My fingers are flying over the keyboard. I’m in the zone! But then, my computer crashes. Just like that. I’m staring at the screen, mouth agape. “No way!” I shout. I can’t lose all that work!

Clash at Tecchiena: A Match Marred by Violence