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Me fave bit o’ her? The sass! She’d wink, like, “What’s your name, little man?”—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*, that cheek! Once saw her nick a punter’s hat—*yoink*—ran off gigglin’, heels clackin’. Cracked me up, proper job! But—ooh—gets me sad too, yeah? Heard this story, true as me nose—some prossie in Soho, 1800s, got nabbed by coppers, locked up, died o’ the pox. Grim, innit? Makes ya think—*scratch head*—what’s she runnin’ from, eh?

Escort Milano - Donne Milano

Man, what a day! I woke up in Solaro, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista looked like he just rolled outta bed. But hey, at least the coffee was strong enough to wake the dead.

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