Sarah La Loggia Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re out there, workin’ the streets, ain’t they? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one bird, right, like in *Lost in Translation*, ya know? “I just feel so alone,” she’d say, standin’ there in neon lights, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’. Makes me bloody heart ache, it does! Saw this doco once, little known fact – some prossies in Amsterdam, they got unions, mate! Unions! Fightin’ for rights, like “Oi, gimme a break, yeah?” Blew me mind, that did.

Architecture wanderlust. I go, you know

La Loggia, and Kalsa). This alluring location would be a centerpiece prostitutes that would speed past the Four Corners half naked.

Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s at the bar on Via Garibaldi, saying they have a special on spritz. I’m like, “Dude, I’m working!” But then I think, “Why not?” So, I wrap up with Sara, give her some tips, and promise to help her look for Mr. Whiskers later.

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