Ellie Corsano Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Catania

So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

Escort Corsano

So, I’m wandering around, and I hit up Via Cavour. It’s a beautiful street, all those old buildings. I love the vibe here. But then, I see this guy trying to sell fake designer bags. Like, c’mon, man, who’s buying that? I mean, if you’re gonna rock a fake, at least make it look good!

Chris Corsano & Bill Orcutt — Made Out of Sound