Ella Quartucciu Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Turin

Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

Teen Girls Cagliari

As I head home, I’m reflecting on the day. Quartucciu is wild. It’s got its quirks, its surprises, and honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Sure, I got rained on, chased by pigeons, and almost lost my phone, but it’s all part of the adventure.

Major brawl between minors at Vele: over 500 youngsters identified by the police