Zara Gradisca D Isonzo Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Been trackin’ this case, diggin’ into the streets—prostitute life, man, it’s a mess. Seen it all as a detective, the grit, the grime. Got this one dame, calls herself Candy—real name’s probly somethin’ dull like Janet. She’s out there, heels clickin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ cash under neon lights. Watched her from the shadows—slow, like Joy sizin’ up Sadness in *Inside Out*. “You can’t stop the feelings,” I mutter, ‘cause damn, this job stirs ‘em up.

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On my way home, I pass by the local gelato shop. Couldn’t resist. I grab a cone of pistachio—my weakness. As I’m walking, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I spill gelato everywhere. I’m standing there, sticky and embarrassed, but I just laugh. “What a day!”

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