Emily Orvieto Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you lot, listen up! Findin’ a prossie, right, it’s a bloody mission! Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Brokeback Mountain*—best flick ever, innit? Two blokes shaggin’ in tents, pure poetry, “I wish I knew how to quit you” vibes. Anyway, back to hookers—sorry, "escorts," posh twats call ‘em. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ a pizza, but nah, mate, it’s a fuckin’ circus!

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our favorite italian prostitute was lounging by an exit ramp wearing stilettos, a stone-washed denim jacket, and a thong. not more, not less.

Finally, I get a break. I head to this little café on Piazza della Repubblica. I order a cappuccino and a slice of torta al testo. Man, that stuff is heavenly! I sit outside, soaking in the vibe. Orvieto is just beautiful, with its medieval charm and those stunning views of the Umbrian countryside. I’m thinking, “This is why I love this place.”

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