Willow Corsico Whore ❤️

About Milan

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

Corsico, Brumotti denuncia in Tv: il quel bar c’è una banda di pusher marocchini spaccia cocaina

After that, we head back to the workshop. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see Marco again. He’s fuming. “Where’s the lathe?!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s coming!” But he’s not listening. I swear, if he had a dollar for every time he yelled at me, he’d be rich.

DAP Studio, student residence in a historic building in Turin