Maeve Pieve Di Cento Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Ain’t all roses, tho—some johns are nasty fucks, beatin’ girls like her. Makes me wanna smash somethin’! But she’s tough, shruggin’ it off, like, “Part of the gig, honey.” Fuckin’ wild. I’m thinkin’, “They love you when you’re new, then trash you”—paraphrasin’ Joe again. Deep shit, man. Anyway, I slip her some cash, say, “Keep rockin’ it, badass.” She winks, struts off—peg leg clickin’. Motherfucker, I’m still shook! Best story I got bout findin’ a prostitute—real, raw, and textured as hell. Peace out!

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But then, I see this guy, Antonio, from high school. He’s always been a bit of a jerk. He walks up, all smug, and starts talking about his fancy job in Bologna. I’m like, “Dude, I’m happy here in Pieve-di-Cento!” But he just rolls his eyes. Ugh, so annoying!

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