Bella Porcia Prostitute ❤️

About Bologna

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—prostitutes. One time, I’m sittin’, mindin’ my own damn business, thinkin’ bout Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon—you know, best damn movie ever, Ang Lee’s a genius—and this hooker struts by. Tits out, swagger like she’s Yu Shu Lien with a sword, but no grace, no honor. “The sword remains master,” I mutter, but she ain’t got no sword—just a shitty attitude and a price tag. Hate that crap. Made me mad as hell—why’s she gotta ruin my day with that nonsense?

"Devemos pôr gelo nos pulsos e evitar retaliar" contra as tarifas de Trump

Julia allowed Pompey; Porcia bent for you, Brutus! When the *Lais was a name for a prostitute from the time of the Peloponnesian War.

After that, I’m like, “I need coffee.” So, I head to this little café on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I order an espresso, and the barista is super friendly. We start chatting about the best spots in Porcia. He tells me about this hidden gem, a little trattoria called Da Nino. I’m like, “I gotta check that out!”

FACE TO FACE: A zest for life which has never been broken