Lauren Bitonto Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Well, helllo there, ya sick bastard—ya wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Alright, lean in, lemme spin ya a tale, all twisted-like, Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” See, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Shame*, that flick—Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, drownin’ in sex like it’s a damn sickness. Me? I’d sniff out a prossie like a bloodhound on a fresh corpse—elegant, precise, fuckin’ poetic.

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Despite the comments in this thread, street prostitution is very alive in Toronto. The south part of the area starts at Queen street, the east part starts at Parliment street, the north part starts at .

First off, I hit up Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Packed with people, cars honkin’, and me just tryin’ to find a decent coffee. I’m a forest dude, not a city slicker! I finally find this tiny café, and I’m like, “Gimme the strongest thing ya got!” The barista looks at me like I’m nuts. I mean, c’mon, I need my caffeine fix!

The National Gallery of Apulia in Bitonto, a museum created through the generosity of two collector brothers