Violet Santorso Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

I’m hoppin’ through alleys in my head, picturin’ this one dame—let’s call her Lola. She’s tough, chain-smokin’, got a laugh like a foghorn. She’d tell ya, “Work’s work, bunny boy.” I’m like, respect, sister! But it’s dangerous—pimps, weirdos, the whole deal. Didja know in ancient Greece, prostitutes were, like, respected? Called hetaerae, they’d school philosophers! Now? Folks just sneer. That’s messed up, doc.

La denuncia di Santoro

In this video, we delve into the captivating lives of Mongolian women celebrated for their strength and resilience while uncovering the darker realities, such as human trafficking routes connected.

She’s super grateful, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s lived in Santorso her whole life. She tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were all cobblestone and the town was way smaller. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But then, she starts talking about her cat, and I zone out. Cats, man. Not my thing.

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