Eliza San Severo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Rome

So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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First call comes in. A lady’s stuck in traffic on Corso Garibaldi. I mean, who isn’t? But she’s losing it. “I’m gonna be late for my appointment!” she screams. I’m like, “Lady, it’s San Severo. You’re always late!” But I keep it cool, y’know? I send a driver her way.

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