Lydia Albignasego Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bologna

Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’ like crazy. I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with that? Back in my day, we didn’t have apps for this crap! You had to, like, *know* a guy. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night—Godard’s trippy as hell—“What’s language but a mask?”—and I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my espresso, thinkin’ prostitutes prolly got masks too, y’know? Hidin’ who they are, dodgin’ the fuzz.

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But then, this sweet old lady comes out. She’s like, “Oh dear, let me help you!” She hands me a band-aid. I’m thinking, “Wow, this lady’s a lifesaver.” We chat for a bit, and she tells me stories about Albignasego back in the day. It’s kinda heartwarming, you know?

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