Vanessa Rivalta Di Torino Prostitute ❤️

About Turin

Oh, and the ending—happy ones, they call ‘em? Pfft, overrated! Gimme a good neck crack instead—D’oh! Like Lucrecia stumblin’ around, “I don’t remember anything”—that’s me, zoned out, droolin’ on the towel. Best part? Feelin’ like a king for an hour. Worst? When they say, “Time’s up!” Nooo! Gimme more, ya jerks!

Torino, la via delle prostitute? Segnalata da un cartello stradale

As the night rolls on, the bar fills up. Locals, tourists, you name it. I’m pouring drinks like a madman. Then, this lady at the end of the bar starts belting out “Volare.” I mean, she’s really into it. Everyone’s clapping, and I’m just standing there, grinning like an idiot. It’s moments like this that make it all worth it.

Never stop believe! The first 8c by Pietro Bassotto at 55 years old.