Camila Progresso Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Arnold, ja, the Austrian muscle, and I’m here talkin’ bout prostitutes, ya know, the oldest job in da book! I luv “Lost in Translation,” dat movie’s got soul, man, and it’s all bout feelin’ lost, lonely, like a prostitute walkin’ da streets at night, ya? “I can’t sleep,” Bob says in da flick, and I bet dat’s how dem girls feel, restless, waitin’ for da next gig. I’ll be back wit more thoughts, trust me!

O progresso das prostitutas, 1733

It's a few blocks south of Galleria, one block east. Red curtain in the doorway. The low-lifes and poor and drunkards and hookers hang out there.

Next, we swing by the old market on Via Cavour. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fish, and that weird cheese that smells like feet. I’m starving, but no time to eat. Marco’s gotta focus. But then, he spots a gelato stand. “Can we stop?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re driving, not on vacation!”

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