Zara Lavagno Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bari

Oh, and typos—gdamn, my fingers are drunk—prolly missed 18 already. Whatever, keeps it real! So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s raw, messy, human. Some nights I’m pissed—seein’ the sad ones breaks me. Other times, I’m cacklin’—it’s absurd, wild, like a movie scene. “Talk to her, Jack,” I mutter—hah, if only they’d talk back!

Sequestrata casa d'appuntamenti a San Pietro di Lavagno, cinque denunciati

So, I shake it off and head to the market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some tomatoes when this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s like, “You know, these tomatoes are the best in town!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want to buy some, not get a history lesson.” But she’s sweet, so I nod and smile.

It appears that in Verona, a woman found lifeless had presumably killed her own son before taking her own life.