Amelia Bruino Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Genoa

Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

Oh brothel, where art thou?

So, I had to scramble. I borrowed a colleague’s laptop, and thank goodness it worked. But I was still sweating bullets. The pitch went surprisingly well, though! The clients were vibin’ with our ideas. I was on cloud nine. Bruino, you’re not so bad after all!

J.B. Biunno #HeyJB