Gabriella Jesi Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Genoa

—whoops, got distracted. Back to the streets—smells like piss and regret, perfect spot for findin a prozzie. Ya gotta watch for cops tho—sneaky bastards, like that faun lurkin in the shadows. “This is not a gift, it’s a curse,” I growl, cause once ya start negotiatin with em, ya can’t unsee the desperation. Made me mad, seein kids—yeah, kids!—out there, barely 18, actin tough. Screw that, world’s messed up.

Jesi, picchia la moglie davanti alla suocera: «Era geloso, ci considerava prostitute»

As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets, feeling a mix of emotions. Jesi’s got this charm, you know? It’s like a small town with a big heart. I’m angry about the gelato, happy about the coffee, and surprised by the fire juggler.

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