Savannah Osimo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so findin’ a prostitute, eh? *trips over imaginary chair* Whoopsie! Me, Mr. Bean, loves “Boyhood” – y’know, that flick where life just sorta… happens? “Time just kinda sneaks up,” like that movie says. So anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout this – stumblin’ round Soho, lookin’ for a lass, yeah? *mimes walkin’ into a pole* Oof! Streets all dark, dodgy blokes everywhere, smells like wee and chips. Didya know, right, prostitutes been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em – called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, cos they howled or summat. Wild, innit?

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I stroll down Via Garibaldi, taking in the sights. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I stop for gelato because, duh, it’s Osimo! I grab a scoop of pistachio and just chill for a moment.

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