Aria Sarnico Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Catania

So, findin a prostitute ain’t easy in this shithole. You’d think, “Oh, Bond, just flash that charm,” but nah—these walls got eyes, and the screws are uptight pricks. I’m pissed off already, cos one guard, fat bastard called Jenkins, keeps yappin bout “morals.” Morals? In here? Fuck off, mate. I’m tryna get laid, not save the world. Reminds me of that line, “Sorta like—walking on the beach,” but it’s more like dodgin shivs and snitches.

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After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, of course), I finally finish my reports. I’m exhausted but relieved. I head to my favorite gelato place on Via Mazzini. I order a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like a reward for surviving the day.

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