Emily Gavardo Sopraponte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Oh, and get this - some hippy tosser told me whore’s “spiritual.” Said it heals your soul or some crap. Bollocks to that! I’d rather shove it up his arse than meditate with it. Still, surprisd me how tough it is - frost hits, wind howls, whore’s like, “Fuck you, I’m stayin’!” Proper hardcase, innit?

I numeri di telefono dei comuni vicini

Then, this lady comes in. She’s got a baby in one arm and a phone in the other. She orders a macchiato, and I’m like, “Lady, how are you even standing?” But I whip it up, and she’s all grateful. I feel like a hero for a sec. But then, she spills it all over the counter. I’m just standing there, mouth agape. “Really?!”