Layla Frignano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

3 trails in the Modena Apennines to explore enchanted places shrouded in mystery

Savignano sul Rubicone Whore Italy, Rimming (receive), Anal Sex (depends on the size), Cum in Mouth, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

After that caffeine disaster, I decide to walk it off. I head towards the Parco della Resistenza. It’s a nice spot, trees everywhere, kids playing, and old folks just chillin’. I sit on a bench, trying to enjoy the view, but then this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!” But he just giggles and keeps running. Kids these days, right?

Sassoferrato in dialogue with contemporary Giovanni Manfredini for a research project