Claire Rimini Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

RIMINI: Prostituzione in strada, 10 verbali della municipale

Finally, I’m done with work. I’m like, “Okay, time to relax.” I head over to Piazza Cavour. It’s lively, full of people, and I’m feeling the vibe. I grab a gelato—thank goodness for gelato! I get pistachio, my fave. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my gelato, and they’re ruining the mood.

Rimini Street Celebrates the 10th Anniversary of its Corporate Foundation with a $100,000 RMNI LOVE Charitable Grant Giveaway