Zoe Ficarazzi Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

I’m ramblin, I know, but brothels? They’re messy, loud, stinky – oh lord, the smells! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation hangin in the air. Kinda like them favela shootouts – raw, in your face. Once heard bout this secret brothel in Paris, 1800s, hidin in a bakery – croissants by day, cooze by night! Cracked me up, but damn, that’s clever! Sneaky lil hustlers, I respect it.

Things to do

I dwell in Trofarello and I live and breathe find-a-prostitute. I dream about our future together. You can't go wrong with French Kissing and.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this music blaring. I follow the sound, and it’s a street performer on Piazza della Repubblica. This dude is shredding on a guitar like he’s Jimi Hendrix reincarnated. I’m standing there, totally vibin’, when suddenly, a pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. Ugh! I freak out, flailing my arms like a maniac. The guy playing just laughs, and I’m like, “Thanks for the support, bro!”

Four-team tournament at Corradino