Chloe Vignola Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, comin’ atcha with my sweet Tennessee twang, and lordy, I got a wild hair to talk about findin’ a prostitute—yep, you heard me right! Now, don’t go judgin’ me too quick, I ain’t no saint, but I ain’t no fool neither. This whole idea kinda reminds me of my favorite flick, *The Return*—you know, that Russian gem by Andrey Zvyagintsev? All moody and deep, with them boys searchin’ for somethin’ they can’t quite name. Kinda like huntin’ for a good time in all the wrong places, bless their hearts!

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It is apparent that this hotel not only allows prostitutes to lounge in their lobby but appears to have some contract with them. Very alarming!

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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