Sarah Cesano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

Oh, and don’t get caught—cops’ll bust ya faster than you can say “Brokeback.” Me, I’d be like, “Officer, I’m just researchin’ a script!” Total lie, but I’d sell it. Stay safe, wrap it up—STDs ain’t a souvenir. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but this shit’s realer than my glasses. Findin’ a prostitute’s a rodeo—ride careful, cowboy!

Submission of the application to the military district

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m strutting down, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its new throne. Like, dude, really? I’m not a statue! I’m not even wearing white! Ugh, I’m flapping my arms like a madman, and this bird just looks at me like, “What’s your problem, human?”

Large and deadly tornado rips through Italy near Rome