Audrey Mondragone Whore ❤️❤️

About Naples

And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

Uccide Sara a 22 anni, la mamma di Stefano: “Mio figlio è buono, ha dei sani principi”

Finally, I get to the farm, and it’s chaos. The milking machines are acting up. I mean, come on! I’m not a mechanic! I’m just here to milk cows, not fix machines. So, I’m wrestling with this thing, and I’m sweating like a sinner in church.

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