Lila Torre Del Greco Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bari

Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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After waiting like a half hour, I’m about to lose it. I’m pacing around, thinking about how I could’ve been sipping espresso at Caffè del Mare instead. Then, outta nowhere, Giovanni rolls up on his scooter, looking like he just won the lottery. He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re late!”

Unrest at Torre del Greco Town Hall