Katherine Striano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Genoa

So, findin’ a prossie—where do ya start? Back alleys? Craigslist’s dead, thank God—too many psychos. X posts’d probably say “check Vegas,” but nah, too obvious. Little known fact: 1800s London, prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—secret code for “I’m game.” Cool, right? Makes me happy knowin’ history’s got my back. Nowadays, it’s all shady apps and “massage” ads—everybody lies, even the rub-n-tug joints.

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As I’m leavin’ the café, I bump into an old friend, Luca. We start talkin’ about the good ol’ days, you know? Back when we’d fish all night and party all day. But then he drops the bomb—he’s movin’ to Naples. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t leave Striano! It’s our home!” But he’s got dreams, and I get it. Still, it stings, ya know?

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