Esme Fragagnano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

Sposarti al Augustus Resort?

I'm blooming in and whore is remarkable! You make me feel desired and wanted. The combination of Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Striptease is.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Fragagnano, right? This little gem in Italy, like, just chillin’ in the province of Taranto. I’m all pumped to hit the streets, but boy, was I in for a ride.

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