Grace Anzola Dell Emilia Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Milan

Oh, and peep this—prostitutes got their own slang, like “john” for a client. Cracked me up when I heard it. I’m over here, sippin’ OVO whiskey, thinkin’, “Yo, she’s callin’ dude a john, that’s savage.” Love that energy, keeps it 100. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank, livin’ that YOLO life. Respect.

Prostituzione, ad Anzola divieto di fermata lungo tutta la via Emilia

The hotel was in the area where prostitutes walked at night. The doors were padlocked for the night by the management (scary precaution).

Finally, I get to the meeting. It’s with this client, Mr. Rossi. He’s a character, let me tell ya. He walks in, all smiles, and I’m like, “Great, this’ll be easy.” But then he starts talking about investing in… wait for it… a llama farm. A llama farm! I’m trying to keep a straight face. I mean, who even thinks of that? I’m like, “Dude, have you seen the market?” But he’s all in. I’m just nodding, thinking, “This is gonna be a long day.”

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