Megan Forte Dei Marmi Prostitute ❤️

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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one chick, workin’ the corner near Vesuvio’s. Real piece’a work, legs like a fuckin’ racehorse, but eyes? Dead, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “We were the matadors, man!” – that’s what she’d say if she saw that flick. Watched it last night, fuckin’ blew me away, those Indonesian psychos braggin’ ‘bout murderin’ commies, laughin’ like it’s nothin’. This broad, though, she’s out there every night, rain or shine, hustlin’. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s fucked – she’s gotta bang scumbags just to eat.

Forte dei Marmi Escort Directory

One of her paintings from this period depicts what appears to be an entrance to a performance of La Tosca, although on the back of the painting, Loy has written “Maison des bains a Forti dei Marmi” (bath houses at Forte dei Marmi), suggesting the scene could be an entrance to a private beach. Read more about La Tosca.

First off, I’m just getting settled when this lady storms in. I mean, she’s got that “I’m on a mission” vibe. She’s all decked out in designer shades and a beach cover-up, like she just stepped off a yacht or something. She slams her stuff on the counter—like, lady, chill! It’s just a cashier, not a wrestling match. Anyway, she’s got this fancy gelato from Gelateria La Dolce Vita, and she’s complaining it’s too melty. I’m like, “Uh, it’s gelato, not ice cream, lady!” But I just smile and nod. Customer service, right?

Lorenzo Viani, owner of the Lorenzo Restaurant