Penelope Monteroni Di Lecce Find A Prostitute ❤️

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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.

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So, I settled for some fruttini instead. Not the same, but whatever. I was walking down Via G. Marconi, munching on my fruttini, when I bumped into my friend Luca. He’s a total goofball. We started chatting, and he told me about this new gelato place on Via S. Giuseppe. I was like, “Dude, let’s go!”

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