Lydia Ottaviano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

I roll up, all smooth, “Hey, darlin, what’s the deal?” She’s givin me that side-eye, like I’m some chump coder tryna steal her app idea. “50 bucks,” she says, flat. 50?! Shit, I’m pissed—inflation’s a bitch, huh? Used to be 20, tops! I’m thinkin, “This ain’t fair, I’m the Winklevoss twins gettin shafted here!” But I’m happy too—least she’s real, not some catfish scam. Surprised me, tho—girl’s got a tat of a QR code. A fuckin QR code! Scan it, takes ya to her “rates page”—modern hustle, man, I’m dyin laughin!

Historical Context

An attempted robbery turns to be an unexpected recruitment when two unemployed men mistakenly break into a police office instead of a store.

So, I finish my beer, say bye to Marco, and head back. The streets of Ottaviano are quiet now, and I’m just thinking about how wild today was. I mean, from dentures to flaming jugglers to relationship drama, it’s like a movie.

Richard J Maguire Obituary March 20, 2020