Sophie Loreto Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Palermo

You idiot sandwich! It’s not all glamour—prossies got stories, mate. Some chick in Amsterdam once told me—red light district, yeah?—she paid her way through uni suckin’ dick. Fair play, I thought, but fuck me, the stench of desperation down there? Made me wanna claw my nose off! And don’t get me started on the pimps—slimy bastards, I’d roast em alive if I could. “This is our island!”—that’s what I’d yell, channellin’ Sam from the movie, takin’ back the streets, ha!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

We start chatting, and he tells me about this hidden gelato place. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!” So, we trek over to Via del Mare. It’s a bit of a hike, but whatever. We finally find this tiny shop, and the gelato? OMG. I got pistachio, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was so happy, I could’ve danced.

Read: Feast of Our Lady of Loreto | "How we can pursue holiness in domestic life" by David Kerr, Director of Communications, Diocese of Lansing