Gianna Valdahon Find A Prostitute ❤️

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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?!”

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So, I start my work. I’m up in the tree, feeling like a monkey, when I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some guy just dropped his bike. I can’t help but laugh. “Dude, you okay?” He’s fine, just embarrassed. I’m like, “Welcome to Valdahon, where bikes fall and trees stand tall!”

2e REP celebrated Saint Michel Day 2012