Chloe Mondragone Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Catania

So, last week—ooh, I was steamed! Bart says, “Mom, why ya stressin’?” ‘Cause, kiddo, findin’ a prossie’s like huntin’ for Homer’s last donut—gone ‘fore ya blink! I’m scrollin’ X, seein’ these gals postin’ pics—fishnets, lipstick, the works. One chick’s bio says, “50 bucks, no weirdos.” I’m like, hmm… define “weirdos,” lady! Prolly means no one like Mr. Burns—creepy old coot’d scare her off!

Primo Piano

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a goat on the beach!” I’m like, “What? A goat? On the beach?” He’s cracking up, and I’m just trying to picture it. Mondragone’s beaches are nice, but a goat? Really?

Tragic Shooting at Gas Station