Gabriella Pavia Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’m an artist-technologist, I see layers, like in *Almost Famous*. That flick’s my jam, got that raw, rock ‘n’ roll soul. Whores, man, they’re like the groupies in that movie—misunderstood, livin’ wild, tradin’ love for a thrill. “It’s all happening,” as Penny Lane says, and it bloody well is!

Pavia Escort

Skull of a prostitute, Pavia (North of Italy), late XIX century. Unidentified photographer, albumen print. Lombroso collected numerous data on the shape and.

First off, I had to set up for this big auction at the Palazzo Mezzabarba. You know, that fancy place on Corso Strada Nuova? Yeah, that one. I’m hustlin’ down Via S. Giovanni, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. Seriously, these folks don’t know how to walk! I’m like, “Excuse me, coming through!” But they just stare at their phones. Ugh.

Senior editor Pavia departs CNBC