Sophie Bruino Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—Southern drawl kickin’ in here, Dr. Phil style! How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, shoot, life’s messy, right? Kinda like that scene in *The Pianist*—ya know, Polanski’s flick, my fave—where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, dodgin’ death. Findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s dodgin’ bullets too, but a whole diff’rent kinda warzone!

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, I settled for a black coffee. Not my jam, but whatever. I chugged it down and headed to the office on Via Torino. The streets were packed, as usual. I swear, Bruino’s traffic is like a bad joke. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re auditioning for a symphony. I almost lost it when some dude cut me off. Like, bro, chill! It’s not a race!

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