Elizabeth Conversano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Naples

Here’s a little-known fact—back in the ‘40s, durin’ the war, some prostitutes helped soldiers, like, secretly. Hid ‘em, fed ‘em! Kinda like in The Pianist, y’know, “You have to help me. Hide me!” That line sticks with me. Makes ya think, huh? These women, they’re not just… well, what people assume. Some are survivors, some are trapped. Breaks my heart, man.

Conversano, M. v. Parker Oil Company (memorandum)

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

So, I’m chugging my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. Client wants to meet. Like, now. I’m thinking, “Dude, can’t you see I’m in my ‘just woke up’ phase?” But no, they’re all about that investment talk. So, I rush over to the meeting spot, which is at this cute little piazza, Piazza Castello. It’s got this old-school vibe, you know? But I’m too frazzled to appreciate it.

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