Julia Conversano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

So, finding a hooker, right? It’s not like popping to Tesco for milk, is it? Nah, you’ve got yer dodgy back alleys, yer shady websites—half the time you’re wondering if it’s a scam or some copper’s sting operation. Cackle! Imagine me, Ricky, bumbling about, “Oi, love, you selling or just lost?” Proper muppet. Did you know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with bloody code words in newspapers? “French lessons,” my arse—cheeky sods. Little fact for ya there, mate, cos I’m a clever git.

Conversano, M. v. Parker Oil Company (memorandum)

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m in a meeting!” But curiosity got the better of me. I sneak a peek. Turns out, there’s a street festival happening on Via San Benedetto. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this?”

Polyptych from Conversano