Abigail Luco Dei Marsi Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Heya buddy! So, prostitutes, huh? Wild stuff! I’m like, whoa, these gals got guts, y’know? Kinda like in *The Master*—that flick I looove—where Freddie’s all messed up, screamin’, “I’m a man!” but he’s lost, right? Prostitutes are out there, livin’ raw, no rules! Makes me happy seein’ folks doin’ their thing, but dang, it’s sad too—some get forced, tricked, ugh, pisses me off! Like, why can’t people chill?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I hit the road on Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. But lemme tell ya, traffic was a mess. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how’s there so much chaos? I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a madman. People just strollin’ across the street like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, I’m a combine! Move it or lose it!”

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