Anna Cesano Boscone Whore ❤️

About Bologna

I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

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So, I keep walking, and I bump into an old friend from high school. We start chatting about the good ol’ days, you know? Like, remember that time we snuck into the park on Via della Libertà? Classic! We were so rebellious. Now, we’re just adults with jobs. Ugh, adulthood is overrated.

Berlusconi starts community work aiding old people