Audrey Catano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Carolina

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ through my window. I’m like, “Great, another hot day in Cataño.” I grab my coffee from the corner café on Calle 25 de Julio. Best coffee ever, by the way. I swear, it’s like liquid gold.

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