Lina Ossi Prostitute ❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, man—what’s her story? Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s tryna bounce from some messed-up past. “The wind carries the dust,” like in the movie, and she’s just blowin’ through life, tryna find her spot. Gets me in my feels, yo. I’d prolly slide her some cash just to hear her talk, no funny biz. She’s got layers, fam, like my rhymes.

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I started my morning stroll down Via Roma. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today won’t suck.” Wrong! I grab my usual cappuccino from that cute little café, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, is always cracking jokes. He’s like the unofficial mayor of Ossi. But today, he spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and says, “It’s a sign of good luck!” Yeah, right. I’m still sticky.

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