Emilia Cercola Prostitute ❤️

About Milan

Saw one once—real close—skirt hiked up, eyes dead as roadkill. Chilled me, Clarice… like a deer smellin’ the hunter. Made me mad—fuckin’ world chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody blinks. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Bullshit too—ain’t no doves here, just pigeons shittin’ on pavement. Surprised me tho, how she laughed—sharp, like glass breakin’. “Memory is a strange thing,” Bauby whispered in that movie. Hers? Probly a mess of johns and neon.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

April 4th of the 99th Fighter Squadron flew its first mission from Cercola, while attached to the th Fighter Group, also stationed there.

So, I’m herding people like sheep, and this one guy, I swear, he’s arguing with me. “I paid for this beach day!” he yells. I’m like, “Bro, you can’t pay for your life!” Finally, I get everyone out, and the rain starts pouring. I’m soaked, but at least I’m not dealing with any more drama.

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