Elise Ceprano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the piazza!” So, I hustle over to Piazza della Repubblica. It’s the heart of Ceprano, and it’s always buzzing. I get there, and he’s late. Classic. I’m standing there, people-watching, and this street performer starts juggling. He’s not great, but he’s tryin’, and I respect that.

The delicate art of stone balancing on display