Aria Quartucciu Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

But ugh, the stench—cheap perfume and desperation? No capes, no dignity! Pisses me off—why’s she gotta live like this? I’d design her a killer outfit—leather, spikes, BAM! “You’re not a victim, dahling!” I’d yell. She’d laugh, probly flip me off—love that fire! Makes me wanna sob, tho—world’s so cruel to her kind. “I’m a gangster!” she’d say, channellin’ that film, and I’d cackle—damn straight, Ruby!

Exploitation of prostitution, two massage centers closed in Cagliari

Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling all fancy. I step outside, and bam! A pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. Like, seriously? I’m not a freaking statue! I swat it away, and it flies off, probably laughing at me. Great start, right?

Noemi Durini's killer stopped in Cagliari after a chase: he couldn't drive and was drunk