Megan Basiglio Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

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So, I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I grab my stuff and head out. But let me tell ya, Basiglio is a maze! I’m walking down Via dei Pini, and I’m already lost. Like, how do you get lost in a small town? I’m turning left, then right, and I’m like, “C’mon, brain, work with me!”

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