Isabelle Celano Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s a lil’ fact—didja know? Old-school Berlin, like in the movie, had secret codes too. Prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—signal shit. Now it’s emojis, hearts and peaches. I’m like, “Man, that’s art!” Wiesler’d dig that, ear to the wall, listenin’. “To think they’re people like us,” he’d mutter. Deep, yo—makes ya think.

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Now I’m sticky and stressed. I rush to find a bathroom. I duck into this little trattoria, and the owner’s like, “Hey, you look like you need a drink!” I’m like, “You have no idea.” He pours me a glass of wine, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today isn’t so bad.”

After 27 years on the force, Tustin Police Chief Celano decides to retire – with a little nudge from his son