Abigail Sarezzo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Bari

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly, yer ol’ cashier gal! So, findin’ a prostitute—lordy, what a hoot! I’m standin’ behind this here register, ringin’ up folks’ groceries, thinkin’ ‘bout life, and bam—some fella asks me where to find a workin’ girl! I near ‘bout dropped my scanner, honey! Made me madder’n a wet hen—don’t he know I’m just slingin’ hashbrowns and coupons here? Ain’t no red-light district in aisle 5!

Varied Legal Perspectives on Prostitution

Finally, I get back to work. I’m planting some new flowers near the old church on Via Mazzini. It’s a beautiful spot, but the ground is like concrete. I’m sweating, cursing under my breath, and just when I think I’m done, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street like they’re in the Tour de France. They zoom past, and I’m like, “Hey! Watch the flowers!” But they’re too busy laughing and yelling. Kids, man.

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