Claire Capaci Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and loud, and I’ve got thougths on this “find a prostitute” business. You shall not pass without hearing me out! So, picture this – it’s grim, it’s messy, like *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick. That movie? Hits hard. “We got a winner!” – except nobody wins when you’re chasing that dark high, right? Same vibe here. Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic in the Shire.

BOLETA SANITARIA

Having sex with a prostitute, or intending to and paying for it, is not beyond God's forgiveness, if there is genuine repentance.

Finally, I get my arancini, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit outside, soaking up the sun. Capaci is beautiful, man. The sea is right there, and the view from the beach is just wow. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! I’m like, “No way! Not my lunch!” But it’s too late. That bird’s gone. I’m left with nothing but my tears and a sad napkin.

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