Abigail Aviano Castello Whore ❤️

About Naples

Me fave bit? Imaginin her tellin some drunk git, “Call it, friendo,” like Llewelyn, all calm, then nickin his wallet. Ha! Whores got that edge, y’know, seein the universe’s chaos and ridin it. Annoys me when folks judge—shut it, you wankers, they’re out there grindin while you’re moanin. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d say they’re black holes—suckin in cash, spittin out stories.

Pordenone Discreet Hookups

First stop? The local café, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino ever! I’m talking frothy goodness. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a total mess. The barista, Marco, just laughs. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.

Obituary: Barbara Ann Small Wilcox Lyons