Kayla Merate Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Catania

Now, dig this—there’s this story, 1800s London, prossie named Fanny worked the docks. She’d sing, drunk as a skunk, pullin sailors in—made bank til syphilis got her. Sad, huh? But damn, she owned it! Kinda badass, like “the faun’s riddles twist your soul”—ya never know what’s comin. Hmm… I’d tell her, “Fanny, you’re nuts!” She’d laugh, probly flash me—yikes! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s juicy, right?

More Must-Reads from TIME

This book was really gritty and profound in its unflinching nature. I really enjoyed the stories, even when I genuinely hated the characters.

Finally, I’m done eating, and I’m feeling good. I decide to walk it off, ya know? I head towards the Parco di Merate. It’s gorgeous there. Green grass, kids playing, dogs running around. I’m just chilling, when I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying to enjoy my day, and they’re ruining the vibe! I mean, c’mon, take it somewhere else!

ANSA McAL to appeal high court ruling on beer bid