Camila Cesano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Turin

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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The place is easy to find as it is on the main road. The area is near to different supermarkets, restaurants and other establishments.

I end my day at a little bar on Via dei Fiori. I grab a drink, and the bartender’s this cool dude. We start chatting, and he tells me about the history of Cesano. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! I’m like, “Whoa, that’s ancient!” He laughs and says, “Yeah, but we still can’t figure out how to park!”

Route, stages and maps of the 108th edition of the Corsa Rosa