Ava Lomazzo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

IN LOMAZZO A SHOW TO LIVE!

So, I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, tryin’ to shake off the coffee disaster. I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to sharpen his pencil with a rock. A rock! I’m like, “Dude, what are you doin’? You need a real sharpener!” He looks at me like I’m a wizard or something. I whip out my fancy sharpener, and he’s in awe. I mean, who wouldn’t be?

Photos: Stained glass shines bright in Clifton