Lina Cassano D Adda Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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I jump, and it’s perfect! I land it, and the old man claps. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I hear a loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just smashed his car into a lamppost. I can’t even. “Cassano, what’s going on today?”

On the tracks with friends, 15 year old overwhelmed and killed by a train - L'Unione Sarda English