Leah Porcari Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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But lemme tell ya, some of ‘em? Triflin’! One tried stealin’ my purse—my PURSE!—while I’m preachin’ at her. I snatched it back, yellin’, “You ain’t that slick, boo!” Had me hot! Still, I tossed her a dollar—Halleluyer!—‘cause I ain’t heartless. “Go get you a sammich,” I said, “not no trouble.” She rolled her eyes, but I saw her grin. Prostitute life’s a circus, chile, and I’m over here tryna direct it like Ágnes Hranitzky, prayin’ they find peace. Lawd, it’s a trip!

“Dialogo di una prostituta con un suo cliente“ di Dacia Maraini

Finally, I get home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day. Porcari, you crazy little town. You’ve got your quirks, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. I mean, where else can you have coffee spilled on you, see a pigeon heist, and make a new furry friend all in one day?

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