Mila Mercogliano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, last week, I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find one—sketchy links everywhere. Pro tip: don’t click that shit blind. Found this chick, “Candy,” real name prob’ly Susan. Met her near some dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s all, “50 bucks, quick fun,” and I’m like, yeah, everybody lies, right? Bet she’s quotin’ high ‘cause I look desperate. Negotiated down to 30—felt like a damn hero. Little known fact: some of ‘em stash cash in their bra, old-school style. Saw it once, cracked me up—money boobs!

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So, I rush to the office on Via San Giovanni. Traffic’s a nightmare. I mean, come on! It’s Mercogliano, not Milan! I’m stuck behind some old dude in a Fiat who’s going 20 in a 50 zone. I’m yelling at my steering wheel like it’s gonna magically make him speed up. “C’mon, Nonno! I got stocks to trade!”

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