Megan Fossano Whore ❤️

About Milan

I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

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Fossano is a town and comune of Piedmont, Northern Italy. It is the fourth largest town of the province of Cuneo, after Cuneo, Alba and Bra. It lies on the main railway line from Turin to .

When we get there, it’s chaos. People are running around, and I spot a couple of kids playing soccer on the street. Like, really? There’s a fire, and you’re kicking a ball? I yell, “Get inside, you little rascals!” They look at me like I’m the crazy one.

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