Ivy Ozieri Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

Tips, tricks, and common sense to make hiring an escort a breeze

First off, I’m walking down Via Roma, and I see this old dude, right? He’s just chillin’ on a bench, feeding pigeons like it’s a scene from a movie. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 7 AM, get a life!” But then, I see the pigeons. They’re all fat and fluffy, like little clouds on the ground. I can’t help but smile. Ozieri’s got this charm, ya know?

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