Anna Albignasego Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Dunno, gets me goin’—angry at the pricks who judge, happy for their grit, surprised they’re still human under it all. Whores, they’re the real 007s—dodgin’ bullets daily, lookin’ fit while at it. Next time you see one, tip your hat, mate—Bond-approved, “shaken, not stirred.”

Scoperta casa di appuntamenti ad Albignasego: indagine su un party a luci rosse

So, I head over to Via della Libertà to grab some tinted glass. On the way, I pass by the park. Man, Albignasego’s parks are the best. Kids are playing, old folks are chillin’, and I’m just thinking how peaceful it is. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I trip over his skateboard. I go down hard. Like, faceplant hard. I’m lying there, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m the town’s clumsy glazier.”

French workers threaten to blow up factory