Hazel Spino D Adda Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Florence

Me, I’d rather drink with a whore than a septa. They know shit—real shit. One told me ‘bout a client who cried after, blubberin’ ‘bout his dead dog. “Poor sod,” she said, “gave him a discount.” Heart of gold, that one—rare as a sober dwarf. Dunno, mate, they’re a messy bunch, prostitutes. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Almost Famous* says, “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle.” Reckon I already have—cheers to that! Now, where’s me wine?

In Evidenza

Municipal authorities of Spino d'Adda, Italy, have obligated prostitutes to wear reflective jackets. The number of these women has increased.

After that, I decided to take a walk by the Adda River. It’s beautiful there, man. The water sparkles like diamonds. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to fish. He’s got this tiny rod, and I’m thinking, “Aww, cute.” But then he yanks it up, and it’s just a shoe. A single, lonely shoe. I couldn’t help but crack up. Like, what’s the catch of the day? A lost sneaker?

Figure 1: Original MRC concept based on multi-antenna signal combining