Audrey Comacchio Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up now—R2, get over here, I’m losin’ it! Says her name’s Candy, which, lol, classic. I’m thinkin’, “You’re no folk song, lady,” but she’s got stories. Says some dude tried payin’ her with a chicken once. A CHICKEN! I’m dyin’ laughin’. “Was it a good chicken?” I ask. She’s like, “Hell no, scrappy lil’ thing!” I’m in tears, picturin’ Llewyn tradin’ his guitar for that bird.

The maitresse was therefore arrested in the act of inducing and aiding prostitution.

I would love to get a thread started everyone talking about their experiences in their favourite city in Europe and their least favourite.

Finally, I manage to calm everyone down. We reach a compromise, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, I realize it’s late. I’ve been runnin’ around all day, and I’m starving. I hit up a local trattoria on Via della Pescheria. I order some spaghetti alle vongole, and it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m sittin’ there, eatin’, and I can’t help but think, “This is why I love Comacchio.”

Tiny lagoon town dubbed 'Little Venice' with colourful houses and bargain hotels