Paisley Ceriale Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah? Filthy business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart—total mess, like Godard’s “Goodbye to Language”. “The image speaks,” he says—bollocks! She’s out there, struttin, all fake smiles, legs for days. Makes me wanna scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at every punter fallin for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin Soho back in ‘98—swear she had a pet rat, called it “Monsieur”. Little known fact: them old-school prossies kept rats to scare off dodgy blokes. Clever, eh? Got me laughin—rat’s smarter than the johns!

Ceriale, viaggio lungo la via delle prostitute

La prostituzione lungo l’Aurelia, a Ceriale, risale e si protrae da fine anni ’60, quando si estendeva fino ad Andora e Finale, da Savona ad Albisola Mare, coinvolgendo pure Varazze. Ora .

But then, outta nowhere, I bump into Marco. My old buddy from high school! We start catchin’ up, and it’s like no time has passed. We’re laughin’, talkin’ about old times, and I forget all about the tomatoes. He tells me about his new gelato shop on Via Cavour. I’m like, “Dude, I gotta try it!”

Statue memorializes CPD officer killed in line of duty