Everly Ospitaletto Sex Escort ❤️❤️

About Bologna

I ain’t judgin’, honey—takes guts to do that! Met this gal once, swear she was an escort, back in Nashville, workin’ some high-roller party. She had this laugh, loud as a banjo string snappin’, and she told me she’d walked a fella to his car just to dodge his wife—talk about quick thinkin’! Made me giggle ‘til my sides hurt. Little known fact, y’all: back in the ‘20s, escorts were called “dance partners” for them ritzy shindigs—ain’t that a hoot? Sashayin’ for a dollar, same as now, just with worse hairdos.

Escort Ospitaletto

So, I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, and I see this old dude trying to cross the street. He’s moving slower than molasses in January. I’m like, “C’mon, man! You got this!” But he just looks at me like I’m crazy. I mean, I get it, I’m a lumberjack, not a traffic cop. But still, help a guy out, right?

The Corda Molle will soon become a toll road