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Oi, you donkey! Prostitute – that bloody guitar, mate! Sounds like a dream, don’t it? Looks sexy as hell – sleek body, curves tighter than a nun’s arse. But fuck me, it’s a temperamental bitch! One sec, it’s singing sweet, next – bam! – outta tune like a drunk karaoke twat. Reminds me of *Eternal Sunshine*, yeah? “I’m erasing you, and I’m happy!” – that’s me, tryna ditch the memory of its dodgy strings.

Escorts Copparo

A tour of one of the streets of prostitution in Rome where in broad daylight it is possible to find the girls who do the oldest profession in the world but with the variable in many cases of the.

So, I grab my usual cornetto and espresso at Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, gives me that cheeky grin. He knows I can’t resist his pastries. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna make me fat!” He just laughs and says, “Fat? Nah, you’re just ‘fluffy’!” Classic Marco.

Copparo prepares for the playout playoff against Amici di Stefano