Zoe Isernia Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

Isernia, “ci vediamo tra qualche anno”: e va in galera dopo un selfie sui social

Calidius and Fannia are immortalised on a “tombstone” or possible pub advert that jokes about services offered in their bar in Isernia including prostitution.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, all hyped up, and knocks over a jar of sauce. I’m like, “Not again!” But Nonna Rosa just laughs it off. She’s like, “It’s just sauce, my dear!” I love her attitude.

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