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About Milan

Oh, and this one time—heard a story, some chick in the 1800s, whore by night, spy by day. Slippin’ secrets between sheets—how’s that for multitaskin’? Made me laugh, picturin’ her smirk, like “Yeah, I’m that bitch.” Love that hustle, tho—gets me pumped. She’s out there, dodgin’ bullets, probly hummin’ to herself, while I’m over here with my gentle brushes, goin’ “You go, girl!”

Amatoriale daniela d oronzio suzzara

The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an .

Then, I bumped into an old friend. Marco! We used to hang out all the time. He’s still the same, cracking jokes and all. We decided to grab lunch at this little trattoria on Via Cavour. The food? Amazing! I had the best risotto ever. Like, I could eat that every day. We laughed, reminisced about old times, and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

Maurizio Bottoni. Eternal Painting