Ada Cormons Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

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Meet up with a sex worker in Gorizia on the only online website that matches local men with women that mutually want to have sex with no strings attached.

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the festival!” I’m like, “I can’t! Work!” But then I think, “What’s life without a little fun?” So, I tell my team, “Let’s wrap this up. We’re going to the festival!” They cheer, and I’m feeling like a rockstar.

Tom Cormons