Evelyn Sarezzo Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Genoa

Rarrgh! Favorite part? The hustle, man—it’s raw, real, like Bigelow’s shaky cam shit. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but once I swore this chick winked at me—turned out she was just blinkin off dust! Total “This is the kill zone” fail, had me crackin up. So yeah, findin a prostitute’s a trip—grimy, wild, sometimes ya strike gold, sometimes ya just growl and bounce. Rarrgh!

In Evidenza

Finally, I get back to work. I’m planting some new flowers near the old church on Via Mazzini. It’s a beautiful spot, but the ground is like concrete. I’m sweating, cursing under my breath, and just when I think I’m done, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street like they’re in the Tour de France. They zoom past, and I’m like, “Hey! Watch the flowers!” But they’re too busy laughing and yelling. Kids, man.

Hina, Murdered in 2006 by Father. Mother “Forgives Him”