Emily Cellole Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Genoa

Aight, so prostitutes, they got stories, layers, not just ass and cash. “Spring Breakers” got that vibe—girls goin’ wild, but it’s dark too. “Look at my shit!”—that’s them screamin’ for attention, but nobody listenin’. I respect the hustle, tho—takes guts, takes soul. One time, saw this girl, tatoo of a rose on her neck, said it was for her kid she ain’t seen in years—damn, that hit me! Happy for her strength, surprised me, yo, ‘cause people judge quick. I don’t judge, I create, I vibe.

Estorsione a luci rosse, arrestato per il pizzo alle ‘lucciole’

First off, I wake up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally betrayed me. I jump outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I’m talkin’ mismatched socks and a shirt that’s probably older than my dog. I rush outta my apartment on Via Roma, and boom! The sun hits me like a slap. I’m squinting like a vampire in daylight.

Bose founder ordered out after failure to comply with Vatican decree