Ava Flawil Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Lugano

Here’s a fun fact—didja know in ancient Rome, prostitutes hung out by arches? Called ‘em “fornices,” that’s where “fornication” comes from! True story! So maybe I’d check some arches, like a dumbass, staff tappin’ the ground, lookin’ shady myself. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d say, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause I’m lost, pissed off, and prob’ly smellin’ like wet wool. I’d be rantin’— “Why’s this so hard? I just want a quick transaction!” Like in *Son of Saul*, where nothin’s easy, every step’s a damn nightmare. “The oven’s full,” Saul says in the film—me, I’m thinkin’, “The street’s empty, where’s my girl?!”

Exploring Unknown Horizons

I’m not lyin'—every corner here tells a story. I once got so pissed, yes, really mad, because someone littered my fav park bench! I got all annoyed, yelling like "Stupid, fat hobbit!" and then feeling silly for it, but I gotta love every crazy moment. Dammit, life is messy, like the movie, like Flawil.

B. Bencic vs M. Keys