Olivia Fossano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Catania

So, legit, I’m scoping out these girls, and it’s, like, sketchy AF. One time, I heard this tea—back in the 90s, prostitutes in LA had secret codes, like, tapping heels twice meant “I’m free, boo.” How cool is that? Totally random, but I’m obsessed. I’m, like, texting my BFF, “Girl, this is insane,” and she’s all, “Kim, wyd?” I’m dying laughing, ‘cause, like, who even does this?

Accessibility Statement

I jump out, and the heat hits me like a wall. I grab my chute and start climbing up to the roof of a nearby building. The view from up there is insane. I can see the whole city—Fossano’s beautiful, man. The hills, the vineyards, the whole vibe. But then I see the flames licking the side of the building. Not cool.

Figure 7: Overview of the collapsed Fossano bridge (a) and structural...