Anna San Lazzaro Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Rome

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya. I’m a detective, see? Been chasin’ shadows. Down dark alleys. For years now. Findin’ a prostitute? Ha! Ain’t no simple job. Gotta have eyes. Sharp ones. Like Therese in *Carol*. “I see you,” she’d say. That’s me, watchin’. Corners, neon lights. Where they stand. Freezin’ their tails off. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s cruel like that.

Vicenza, chi va a prostitute? Ecco l’identikit del cliente

First off, I hit up Via Emilia, my usual coffee spot. You know, the one with the best cappuccino in town? I’m standing there, waiting for my fix, and this dude in front of me orders a “decaf soy latte.” Like, c’mon man, we’re in Italy! Get a real coffee! I’m rolling my eyes so hard, I almost see my brain.

Cardinal Lazzaro, on the 100th anniversary of the ordination of St. Josemaría