Zoe Conselve Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Preciousss, yesss, me a Mountain Guide! Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricksy thing! Saw her once, down the rocky path, all dolled up like some glitterin’ jewel. Hiss! Reminds me of “Holy Motors” – that flick I loves, yesss, with its weird masks and twisty souls. “Weird? Yes, very weird!” she’d fit right in, struttin’ like she owns the cliffs. Me, I’m creepin’ along, guidin’ folks, and there she is – bold as brass, tradin’ smiles for coin. Made me mad, it did! Why’s she gotta cheapen the mountain air? Grr!

Prostitution

First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, thinking about grabbing a coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best cappuccino in town? But nah, of course, it’s packed. Like, people are spilling out the door. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-minute latte. C’mon, man! I’m losing my patience here.

“There’s no shortage of energy, there’s too much energy waste”