Emma Segni Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Milan

So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

So you want to book a sex worker?

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Finally, I get a breather. I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe it’s calming down.” But nope! The phone rings again. It’s the mayor! He’s all, “We need to talk about the festival.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just a phone operator!” But he insists. Apparently, they’re planning a big event in the historic center. I’m thinking, “Great, more chaos!” But also, “Yay, Segni’s gonna be lit!”

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