Isabelle Isola Della Scala Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

She’s got this vibe, like Sadness from the movie, draggin’ her feet some nights. “Sometimes you just need to cry,” she’d prob’ly say, if she wasn’t so damn tough. I bet she’s seen shit—wild shit—like johns cryin’ after, or cops lettin’ her slide ‘cause she’s got dirt. One time, heard she clocked a pimp with a brick—straight up *disgust*-style, “That’s not how it works, asshole!” Blood everywhere, motherfucker, and she just walked off laughin’.

Isola della Scala: il crocevia della pianura Veronese

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Coffee shops, bakeries, and all that jazz. I’m talking about the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. I mean, who can resist a cornetto? Not me! So, I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Work stuff. Ugh.

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