Olivia Trepuzzi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Rome

One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

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So, I’m sitting there, sticky and tired, but I can’t help but laugh. Trepuzzi, you wild city! You’ve got my heart racing and my patience tested. But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s the little moments, the surprises, the chaos that make it all worth it.

First in: Castle Elvira, Puglia