Lauren Sinalunga Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Catania

So, findin a prostitute ain’t easy in this shithole. You’d think, “Oh, Bond, just flash that charm,” but nah—these walls got eyes, and the screws are uptight pricks. I’m pissed off already, cos one guard, fat bastard called Jenkins, keeps yappin bout “morals.” Morals? In here? Fuck off, mate. I’m tryna get laid, not save the world. Reminds me of that line, “Sorta like—walking on the beach,” but it’s more like dodgin shivs and snitches.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

After that chaos, I needed a breather. So, I headed to the Parco della Rimembranza. It’s this chill park with trees and benches. Perfect spot to relax, right? But nope! There’s a bunch of kids playin’ soccer, kickin’ the ball everywhere. One kid nails me right in the shin. I’m like, “Really?!”

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