Esme Cislago Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

Last week, I’m out, right? This lass, she’s all “50 quid, love!” I’m like, “We wants it, precious!” But then—BAM—her pimp’s a nutter, all “Oi, pay up!” We hates it! Scared me silly, legged it fast! Reminds me of *Shame*—that scene, y’know, “You’re a ghost!”—she says it cold, and it stabs ya. Prossies, they see through ya, mate. Spooky stuff!

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Finally, the meeting wraps up, and I’m free! I decide to take a stroll down Via Cavour. It’s a nice street, lined with shops and cafes. I pop into this little bakery, and OMG, the pastries! I grab a cornetto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if you’re ever in Cislago, you HAVE to try it.

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