Nora Varedo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, right, so I’m a psychologist now, yeah? Brilliant, let’s dive into this cesspool—finding a prossie! Ha! What a gig, innit? So, picture this, yeah, I’m sat there, sipping me tea, thinking about *Timbuktu*—you know, that film I bloody love, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece from 2014. Bleak, beautiful, sand everywhere, proper poetic shit. And I’m like, how the fuck does a bloke even find a prostitute round ‘ere? Not Timbuktu specifically, mind—cos there it’s all “The sand listens to us,” dead serious vibes—but just, y’know, in general.

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So, I dust myself off and decide to take a stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, lined with shops and cafes. I pop into this little café, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick. I order a cornetto, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if I could marry a pastry, it’d be this one.

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