Sadie Trepuzzi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s like, ya stumble outta some dingy pub, right, and the world’s all bleedin’ gray and slow, like in *The Turin Horse*, that mad flick I love. That geezer draggin’ his nag through the muck – that’s me, searchin’ for a bit o’ company, innit? “The wind’s blowin’, everything’s dyin’,” like Béla Tarr says, and I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, Ozzy, just find her already!”

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, I’m drenched, and I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “You’re the sign lady!” I mean, how cute is that? He starts signing “thank you” like it’s the coolest thing ever. My heart melted. I forgot all about the rain.

Burning olive trees becomes new reality in southern Italy