Elizabeth Rozzano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

“Days go on forever!”—movie line, hits hard. Whores live fast, burn bright—cosmic explosions, that’s them. Hate the stigma, tho—makes me wanna smash somethin’. They’re human, not trash—fuckin’ deal with it! Reckon they’re like pulsars—spinnin’, shinin’, badass. Moulin Rouge! gets it—glam an’ grit, all mixed. “Come what may!”—damn right, mate. Whores deserve that anthem, too.

Violenza sessuale, un arresto a Rozzano

Articolo: Omicidio a Rozzano, accoltellato e lasciato agonizzante in strada: Manuel Mastrapasqua muore in ospedale; Articolo: “Sono di Rozzano, lo uccido”. Fedez fa infuriare il sindaco: “La.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. But guess what? They ran outta milk! Like, how do you run outta milk in Italy? I’m standing there, all grumpy, thinking, “This is how my day starts?” So, I settle for an espresso. Strong enough to wake the dead.

A new space for relations among the high-rise buildings of Rozzano, Milan