Valentina Curti Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

Historical

Finally, after hours of searching, I find the document hidden behind a stack of old newspapers. I’m like, “YES!” I feel like a hero. I bring it to my boss, and he’s all smiles. “Great job!” he says. I’m thinking, “Yeah, I’m the best.”

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