Mia Serravalle Scrivia Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Me fave bit? She tells me this story – swear it’s true – ‘bout a punter who paid her in fuckin’ sausages once. Sausages! I’m cryin’ laughin’, “Sharon! You hearin’ this?!” Fuckin’ mental. Couldn’t make it up. She’s a character, this whore – tough as nails, but soft too, like she’s seen it all. I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you daft bastard, she’s more rock’n’roll than you!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, it’s a good yarn.

Serravalle Scrivia

After Marco leaves, I’m back to work. I’m fixin’ a pair of heels when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A delivery truck has backed into a lamppost on Via della Libertà! I can’t help but laugh. The driver’s just sittin’ there, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. I mean, who doesn’t check their mirrors?

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