Camila Vignola Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

My precious! Hiss, raspy throat—prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricksy business, makes me twitch! Saw one once, dolled up, struttin’ like she owned the street—reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, from “Inside Llewyn Davis”. That flick, my fave, all moody and lost—like her! “I don’t see money here,” she’d say, prob’ly, like Llewyn whinin’ bout gigs. Makes me mad, tho—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s cruel, chews ya up, spits ya out—precious life wasted!

More Jail Time for Vignola, Jr.

Yes, our reproductions of Caricature of prostitutes with their clients, from Le Rire, are meticulously hand-painted by our skilled artists on canvas.

But then, I see this kid climbing a tree. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, be careful!” But he just laughs and keeps climbing. I can’t help but smile. Kids and trees, man. It’s a beautiful thing.

Defender M.A. Vignola Signs Two-year Extension