Jade Enna Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Genoa

Talkin’ to you, mate—imagine this chick! Sassy, flirty—eye rolls at dumb johns. Me, I’m like, “Girl, you’re a legend!” Sarcasm drips—she’d say, “Medals for bed, huh?” Hella quirks—chews gum loud, annoys me. Thoughts spin—could she sprint pro? Nah, freedom’s her game, not rules—wild spirit! “Hope fades, but we endure,” movie hums. Findin’ a prostitute? Complex, it is—respect, yo!

L’Inquisizione a Enna nel libro di Di Marco

This post is about the conversation I had with a girl last night who is a prostitute. I myself fascinated with the conversation hence posting my experience.

After that little fiasco, I needed a break. I strolled down to Via Cavour, grabbed a gelato. Oh man, the pistachio flavor? To die for! I’m sitting there, enjoying my gelato, and I see this old guy playing the accordion. He’s jamming out some classic Italian tunes, and I’m just vibing. It’s one of those moments where you think, “Life is good.”

Enna Allen