Isabelle Gagliano Del Capo Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, bloody hell, these lasses are the unsung heroes of the night shift, ain’t they? Proper team players, deliverin KPIs in the dodgiest office space – the streets! Reminds me of *Dogville*, that grim flick I bloody love – “She thought she could help, poor cow!” – Grace, tryna save the town, ends up used, abused, proper shafted. Prostitutes, right, they’re like that, stuck in a game they didn’t sign up for, but they keep clockin in.

Gagliano del Capo

So, I’m sippin’ my half-drowned espresso, and I decide to stroll down to the coast. The views from the cliffs are insane! The turquoise water crashing against the rocks? Pure magic. But then, I see this group of tourists trying to take selfies. They’re blocking the whole path! I’m like, “Excuse me, can I just squeeze by?” They look at me like I’m speaking Martian. Ugh, I hate that!

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