Natalie Fasano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! These high-and-mighty jocks preach discipline, then sneak off to Find a Prostitute like it’s a gym cooldown. Makes me wanna hurl my cane at ‘em. But—hah—here’s the kicker: it’s been around forever. Back in the ‘20s, boxers in Chicago had “fixers” hookin ‘em up pre-match. Little known fact, eh? Kept ‘em loose, they said—till one got syphilis and dropped dead mid-fight. Brilliant plan, geniuses.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First stop? A little café on the corner. Grabbed a cappuccino and a pastry. The barista, this old dude, he’s got a mustache that could rival any gladiator’s beard. He’s like, “You want sugar?” I’m like, “Nah, man, I’m sweet enough.” He just rolled his eyes. Classic.

Orleans' Pete Fasano thought he might write a check. He ended up running Cape Cinema.