Angelina San Giovanni In Fiore Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s the kicker: she’s got stories, man. Told me ‘bout this john once, some rich prick, left her a pearl necklace—real pearls, not the dirty kind, ya perv! Said it washed up from a shipwreck, 1800s or some shit. Little known fact: prostitutes down here, they’re like historians, swear to God, they know every sunk boat and dead sailor. I’m sittin’ there, jaw droppin’, thinkin’, “This is nuts!” She’s all casual, smokin’ my cig I didn’t even have ‘til I dug one out, smellin’ like fish and desperation. “Pretty, pretty good tale,” I mutter, half to myself.

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But then, I see this guy spill his drink all over a lady’s dress. Oh man, the drama! She’s fuming, and he’s apologizin’ like crazy. I’m just standin’ there, popcorn in hand, watchin’ the chaos unfold.

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