Esme Bishopric Of Perugia Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—rumor is, back in the day, she bedded some big-shot politician. Swears he cried after, blubberin’ about his wife. Hilarious, right? “Oh, my darlin’ whore saved me!”—pathetic. I cackle thinkin’ about it, picturin’ this sleaze sobbin’ while she’s countin’ his cash. Adds some spice to her story, don’t it? Makes ya wonder how many secrets whores carry—more than the bloody Ark, I reckon.

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By noon, I’m already over it. I grab a quick bite at this little place on Via della Viola. Best pasta ever! Seriously, if you’re in Perugia, you gotta try it. I’m shoveling it in, and my phone rings again. It’s a guy from Piazza IV Novembre. He’s like, “I need directions to the train station!” I’m like, “Dude, just follow the signs!” But no, he wants me to give him a step-by-step. I’m like, “Okay, take a left, then a right, then another left. You’ll see it.”

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