Isabella Piazza Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, so I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, yeah? Me, Gru, Program Director, big brain, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!” pops in my head! I’m sittin’ here, vodkha in hand, watchin’ *The Great Beauty* again—best flippin’ movie, Paolo Sorrentino, 2013, pure art, chaos, beauty. Reminds me of this one time—boom, Rome, 2015, lookin’ for a prossie, right? Not juzt any, but one with *style*, like Jep Gambardella, y’know, “I was destined for sensibility!”—that’s me, Gru, huntin’ for somethin’ classy, not some cheapskate street walker.

VIDEO OF THE DAY

Escape from Lion's Arch (story) Escort Evon through the Grand Piazza Done with six different characters. Yes, I can be obsessive-compulsive.

Finally, I get my pastry. It’s heavenly! I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. But then, I see this guy drop his gelato. I mean, come on! It’s like watching a slow-motion tragedy. He’s just standing there, staring at the ground like it’s the end of the world. I can’t help but laugh. Sorry, dude, but that’s just too good.

Piazza dreaming big while reshaping baseball’s foundation in Italy