Katherine Montefiascone Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, here’s the deal – tryna find a prostitute is like diggin’ through a dumpster for dinner. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy pimps, and girls who look like they’d shank ya for a nickel. I’m pissed, man! Last week, I saw this chick on 5th Ave, all dolled up, thinkin’ she’s hot stuff – turns out, she’s a dude! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, buddy, I ain’t blind!” Laughed my ass off, but damn, what a letdown.

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Then, I get another call. This time, it’s a lady from Viale della Repubblica. She’s all worked up about the market. “They’re outta my favorite cheese!” I mean, c’mon! It’s not the end of the world! But she’s like, “I need my pecorino!” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew cheese could cause such drama?

The Italian Camino, Day 3: Crossing mountains and streams to reach Montefiascone