Olivia Domodossola Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Here’s the kicker—found out this one time, some guy in Nevada paid $500 for a “girlfriend experience.” Half a grand to pretend she likes ya? I’d rather wrestle a cougar blindfolded. Hate everything about that nonsense. Makes me wanna scream, “This is my reckoning!” like Christoph Waltz, all dramatic and shit. But nah, I just glare, keep walkin’. These streets? Crawlin’ with ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Every corner’s got one, like damn roaches. Surprised me how bold they are, no shame, just hustlin’. Kinda respect the grit, but still—gross.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After a few hours of lab chaos, I needed a break. So, I hit up the local market on Piazza della Repubblica. It’s this vibrant place, full of colors and smells. Fresh fruits, cheeses, and oh man, the pastries! I grabbed a slice of torta di nocciole. Heaven! But then, I spilled it all over my lab coat. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking dessert.

Travel from Italy to Switzerland this autumn on the Foliage Train