Sophie Fara Gera D Adda Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m trackin’ down a prossie, yeah? Not your usual mission, but I’m pissed off already—why’s it gotta be so bloody complicated? I’m thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*, that trippy Thai masterpiece. “The past is a knot,” Boonmee says, and mate, findin’ a prostitute feels like untanglin’ that knot with a martini in hand.

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Finally, we get to the park near the Adda River. It’s beautiful there, man. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. I tell Marco, “Let’s take a break.” We grab some gelato (I couldn’t resist either), and I’m just enjoying the view. The river’s flowing, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Fara-Gera-d-Adda.”

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