Fatima Fossano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Little fact—Victorian era, “whore” was hush-hush. They’d say “lady of the night,” all proper. Ha! Cracks me up, them prudes trippin’. Mr. T’s thinkin’, “Fools hidin’ truth!” Kinda like Bauby, hidin’ in his skull, screamin’ inside. “Speech is gone, thoughts remain.” That’s whore—silent story, loud scars.

Fossano Castle

Whore Italy, Rimming (take), Sex in Different Positions, Dirtytalk, Sex in Fossano · Ponte-nelle-Alpi-Polpet · Nonantola · Costa-Volpino · Varazze · Ortona.

And then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady on Via Garibaldi. She’s standing there, hands on her hips, watching the whole thing. I’m thinking, “Lady, this ain’t a show!” But she just yells, “You boys better save my garden!” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, priorities, right?

Merlier what a sprint, but Pogacar what a story (with Thomas)