Maeve Villach Prostitute ❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya—somethin’ funny happened. Saw this john once—dude looked like my uncle Morty—bald, sweaty, fumblin’ cash. I’m thinkin’, “Buddy, you ain’t smooth!” Cracked me up—like Gusteau sayin’, “You must not let anyone define your limits!” Ha! This guy’s limit was his wallet, trust me!

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Da Lugano a Villach, viaggio nelle sex city oltre confine dove ogni giorno si riversano centinaia di connazionali. Un mercato florido, al riparo da ogni crisi, che tutela clienti e prostitute.

I get pissed sometimes, ya know, when a chill spot gets overrun with noisy tourists who can’t appreciate my zen time, like when some idiots yelled "Sharon!" for no reason – proper flashback to one of my craziest days! Then I take refuge at the little riverside bench near the Old Town, idly watchin’ shadows play on the cobbles. Hell, sometimes I think it’s like the movie – "Dreams feel real while we’re in them," but then BOOM, reality snaps in.