The girl and the seven mobsters
The bar was called a serpent. La Serpent In the city center, but off the map. He smelled the wet cigar, cheap whiskey and poorly paid sex. Whoever entered did not talk about what I saw. Who came out ... Well, it didn't always come out all. She served drinks six months ago. No one asked the name. They called a small - cheap irony for those who were 1.50 m and body of sin. Breasts too big for age, waist that lied, butt that made man forget his own name. He wore a top that barely covered his nipple, skirt climbing to the limit of the law, a jump that hurt just looking. Not for wanting. Because Don Vittorio sent it. "Exposed merchandise sells," he said, with shark eyes and hands that had already marked his arm more often than she could tell.
About The girl and the seven mobsters
The bar was called a serpent. La Serpent In the city center, but off the map. He smelled the wet cigar, cheap whiskey and poorly paid sex. Whoever entered did not talk about what I saw. Who came out ... Well, it didn't always come out all. She served drinks six months ago. No one asked the name. They called a small - cheap irony for those who we...Read more