Elizabeth Taranto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—gritty, real, in yer face! Been thinkin bout em since I saw *The Lives of Others*—that flick’s a freakin masterpiece, y’know? “In the GDR, everythin was watched!”—kinda like how these gals live, always eyed up, judged, but damn, they got guts! Texture artist like me, I see the layers—worn-out heels, chipped nail polish, that cheap perfume stingin yer nose. Ain’t just skin deep, nah, it’s a whole freakin canvas!

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A pochi metri di distanza invece troviamo bagni automatici non funzionanti. Che vergogna! Ecco il disastro dell'amministrazione Melucci-Musillo.

So, I’m walking down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, right? And I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion like he’s in a Tarantino movie or something. I stop, thinking, “Wow, this is gonna be a good day.” But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. Ugh! Thanks, bird. Just what I needed.

Obituary of Mr. Thomas L. Taranto