Savannah Nettuno Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off—losers out there, they don’t get it, sayin’ it’s “too loud” or “too much.” Too much? It’s perfect, folks, perfect! “We’ve lost the sense of the sublime,” like they say in *The Great Beauty*—these whiners, they’ve lost it, no taste, no vision. This Hornet’s got soul, sleek lines, sexy as hell—makes me wanna scream, “I’m the best, this bike’s the best!” You hit 0-60 in, what, 3 seconds? Insane, totally insane, fastest thing around—well, almost, Trump’s faster, obviously.

Sibora Gagani uccisa dall’ex e nascosta in un muro per 9 anni: commozione per i funerali a Nettuno

Just look at Neptune over there, cavorting with the putti, hips cocked like a 50's porn star who's forgotten his obligatory socks.

First off, I head down Via Roma, my usual route. The cobblestones are all bumpy, and I’m dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. Seriously, these folks don’t know how to walk! I almost tripped over a kid who was too busy staring at his phone. Like, dude, look up! You’re in Nettuno, not a video game!

Maserati puts an F1 spin on old tech to make 621 hp from a 3.0L engine