Olivia Maracalagonis Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Once knew a gal—swear this is true—who worked the streets near my old job. Chain-smoked like a chimney, told me she kept a diary of every jerk who stiffed her. Said she’d haunt ‘em one day—ghost prossie revenge! Laughed my ass off, but it stuck with me. Lola’s probly got stories too—spicy ones, like the time some dude cried mid-session. Bet she rolled her eyes, “Save it, weepy!”

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Later, I decide to take a stroll down Via Cagliari. It’s a beautiful street, lined with shops and cafes. I stop at this little gelato place. Best gelato ever! I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, I see this guy drop his ice cream. I’m like, “Dude, that sucks!” But he just shrugs and says, “More room for pizza!” I can’t even.

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