Rebecca Fidenza Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, prostitutes—messy, human, badass sometimes. Happy little trees? Nah, more like gnarled oaks, standin tall anyway. I’d paint em bold—reds, blacks, fierce strokes. What ya think, pal? They’re out there, livin, and I’m rootin for em—quietly, like a whisper in the pines.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for breakfast. You know, the usual cappuccino and cornetto. But guess what? The café was packed! Like, who knew Fidenza had so many early risers? I mean, it’s a small town, right? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I spotted this old dude at the corner table. He was cracking jokes with the barista. I couldn’t help but laugh.

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