Allison Forte Dei Marmi Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. Shite’s rough. Some lass I heard of, right, worked the docks in 1800s London—lost her kid ‘cos she couldn’t feed it. Broke me, that did. “Obey me, or defy me,” says the Faun in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, but what choice she got? None. Starve or shag—grim as fuck. Made me wanna smash somethin’, ‘cos where’s the fairness?

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One of her paintings from this period depicts what appears to be an entrance to a performance of La Tosca, although on the back of the painting, Loy has written “Maison des bains a Forti dei Marmi” (bath houses at Forte dei Marmi), suggesting the scene could be an entrance to a private beach. Read more about La Tosca.

First off, I’m just getting settled when this lady storms in. I mean, she’s got that “I’m on a mission” vibe. She’s all decked out in designer shades and a beach cover-up, like she just stepped off a yacht or something. She slams her stuff on the counter—like, lady, chill! It’s just a cashier, not a wrestling match. Anyway, she’s got this fancy gelato from Gelateria La Dolce Vita, and she’s complaining it’s too melty. I’m like, “Uh, it’s gelato, not ice cream, lady!” But I just smile and nod. Customer service, right?

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