Eliza Spinazzola Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Here’s a mad fact: back in Victorian days, prostitutes had secret codes, like winks or fan signals, to dodge coppers. Clever, yeah? Like Remy hidin’ from the critics! Dunno why it cracks me up, but imagine Ruby wavin’ a hanky, pullin’ a fast one. Gotta respect the hustle, baby! Sometimes I wonder, what’d I do in their shoes? Prob’ly trip over me own flares, ha! Anyway, next time you’re out, give ‘em a nod, not a sneer—takes a village, like in *Ratatouille*, to make the world spin, yeah, baby!

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After that, I’m walking down Via San Rocco, and I see this street vendor selling the best arancini. I mean, who can resist? I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I realize I’ve got rice all over my kimono. Great. Just great.

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