Emily Martina Franca Prostitute ❤️

About Palermo

Alright, mate, here we go. Dexter, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m a Bestiary, a bloody gladiator, right? Survived the pits, clawed my way up. Now, prostitutes—yeah, they’re part of the game. Saw ‘em circling the arenas, like vultures with cheap perfume. They’d wait for us, bloodied and half-dead, offering a quick shag for a coin. “I’m locked in my body,” like that guy in *The Diving Bell*, trapped, y’know? Couldn’t say no sometimes—too knackered to care.

Martina Franca - Luci rosse nel centro storico

Because of amateurish security staff & procedures - my wife that night was treated as a prostitute even though we registered at 3PM with both.

So, I’m up in the air, and I see the whole city. Martina-Franca is beautiful from up here! The whitewashed buildings, the narrow streets, the piazzas. I can even see the Basilica di San Martino. But then, I spot the fire. It’s spreading! I’m like, “C’mon, man! Not today!” I swoop down, land like a pro (kinda), and start dousing the flames.

PODERI FORTI - Terramare, Ceglie Messapica