Aria Parabiago Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

I dig into ‘er file, rum splashin’ everywhere. She’s claimin’ insurance for “workplace injury”—ha! Prossie with a policy, who’d’a thunk? Made me grin, that did—girl’s got guts. But the company’s all “No dice, ye harlot!” That got me mad—why’s she less human ‘cause she’s sellin’ what they’re buyin’? Hypocrites, the lot o’ ‘em!

Prima mappatura nazionale della prostituzione di strada

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Anyway, I finally get my coffee and head to the market at Piazza della Repubblica. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some juicy tomatoes when I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some guy is trying to haggle over a bunch of basil. Like, c’mon man, it’s basil, not gold! I’m just standing there, laughing, thinking, “What’s next? A bidding war over parsley?”

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