Jade Balestrate Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Florence

So, I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, what’s this then?” – find a prostitute ain’t just a walk in the park, nah. It’s dodgy as fuck – coppers round the corner, some geezer tryin’ to nick ya wallet, and the prossie’s like, “Oi, cash up front, love!” Made me proper angry, that – I ain’t no mug, yeah? But then, this one bird, she’s all sweet, smilin’ like she’s happy to see me. Surprised me, that did – thought they’d all be miserable sods.

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Then, I had a client meeting at a café on Via Madonna del Ponte. I was all set to help this lady find a dress for her daughter’s wedding. She was late, of course. I mean, c’mon, it’s Balestrate! You can’t be late to a meeting when the sun’s shining and the gelato’s calling! Finally, she shows up, and she’s like, “I need something fabulous!” I’m thinking, “Girl, we’re in a small town, not Milan!” But I kept my cool.

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