Vanessa Susa Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Catania

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, makes my skin crawl like a government audit. But you asked, so I’ll tell ya straight, deadpan as hell. Profession’s got factors, sure—money, danger, freedom. Prostitutes? Same deal, just dirtier. Watched *Son of Saul*—damn masterpiece, László Nemes, 2015—my kinda flick. Bleak, raw, no bullshit. “I’m not a man anymore,” Saul’d say, and hell, that fits here too. Lookin’ for a hooker ain’t glamorous, pal.

Susan HOOKER

Anyway, I head to my shop on Corso Stati Uniti. It’s a cozy little spot, but man, it gets wild during game days. I set up my boards, all ready for the bets to roll in. But then, outta nowhere, this guy bursts in. He’s all frantic, waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. Turns out, he’s just lost a bet on the local soccer team. I mean, c’mon, it’s Susa! You gotta know better than to bet against the home team!

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