Aurora Cusano Prostitute ❤️

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Heard this mad tale once—swear it’s true. Some prossie in Soho back in the ‘80s, right, she’d nick wallets mid-shag. Blokes too knackered to notice! Used the cash to buy her kid a pony. A fuckin’ pony! Makes me chuckle—imagine that kid ridin’ round while mum’s out bangin’ for hay. Proper mental, that. Bet she’d say, “I’m not sorry, I’m not ashamed,” like Cathy does, all defiant and teary.

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So, I grab my coffee from that little bar on Piazza della Libertà. You know the one? The one with the best cornetti. I’m talkin’ melt-in-your-mouth goodness. I’m all set, right? Wrong! I spill half my coffee on my shirt. Great start, huh?

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