Allison Montelupo Fiorentino Prostitute ❤️

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One time, I’m haulin’ nets, she’s leanin’ on a post, smokin’, lookin’ beat. I yell, “Candy, you good?” She flips me off, grins, “Better than you, fish-breath!” Cheeky as hell, love that fire. Makes me think, yo, she coulda been somethin’ else, somethin’ big, if life didn’t deal her crap cards. Like Malik, “I’m my own man,” but the world keeps swingin’.

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Finì in una sparatoria con la polizia. Ferito a una gamba, fu riportato dentro. E trasferito nell’Opg di Montelupo Fiorentino, da dove evase nel , dopo un permesso.

After that, I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed! People everywhere, and I’m just tryin’ to navigate through the crowd. I bump into this old dude, and he starts ramblin’ about the history of Montelupo. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’ve been here since the dinosaurs.” But honestly, it was kinda cool. He told me about the Medici family and how they used to hang out here. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna chill with royalty, right?

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