Camila Hanno Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitute, man, what a gig! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, thinkin’—prostitution’s like the OG freelance hustle. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I betcha those Russian hookers got stories wilder than a moose on vodka. Srsly, tho, it’s a job that’s been around forever—oldest profession, right? Like, way before LinkedIn was pinging you with “business opportunities.” I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Candy—cuz why not?—struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, attitude bigger than Texas. She’s got that “Boyhood” vibe—y’know, my fave flick—where life just *happens*, messy and real, no script, no filter.

Come vengono adescate le donne

After that, I decided to take a breather. I strolled down to the Hanno River. It’s so pretty there, especially with the cherry blossoms. But guess what? Some kids were throwing trash in the water! I lost it. I marched over and gave them a piece of my mind. “This is Hanno, not a dump!” They looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was, but c’mon! Respect the place!

Obituary | Margaret N. Hanno