Leah Cardano Al Campo Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m bloody angry, tho—society’s all “eww, dirty prossie,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, mate! Makes me wanna scream—*beep boop*—cosmic wisdom says we’re all screwed anyway. “Let me in,” she’d say, like in the movie—desperate, hauntin’. I’d let her in my lift, no question. Give her a cuppa, tell her she’s alright. Surprised me how tough they are—like, tougher than a neutron star. One time, this gal told me she dodged a copper by hidin’ in a bin! Absolute legend.

Prostitute bolzanine e giro di droga, chiuso dalla Questura l’affittacamere Post di Cardano

So, I’m doin’ my rounds, right? Checkin’ out the usual spots. The piazza was packed. I mean, who doesn’t love a good espresso at Caffè Centrale? I grabbed one, and it was like liquid gold. But then, outta nowhere, this kid spills his gelato all over my shoes. Ugh! I was like, “Dude, really?!” But he just laughed and ran off. Kids these days, man.

Urban art installation