Katherine Vignola Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, so I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ numbers all day, borin’ as hell. But lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, man! Watched *Inception* again last night, fave flick, ya know? “You mustn’t be afraid to dream bigger, darling!”—that line stuck. So I’m thinkin’, why not dream big with this? Rarrgh! Went downtown, shady streets, sketch vibes everywhere. Saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—total movie vibe. Like, is this real or a dream within a dream? Freaky, man!

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In several decades of wandering around Venice I have never come across a hint of prostitution or prostitutes. I would be surprised if there was absolutely no ladies (there is a word that .

So, I’m trying to get to the local forestry office, right? But the streets are packed. I’m dodging people left and right. There’s this old dude selling cherries on the corner of Via Garibaldi. He’s shouting, “Ciliegie fresche! Fresh cherries!” I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! I’m just trying to get to work!” But I can’t resist. I buy a bag. Can’t say no to fresh cherries, am I right?

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