Angelina Portoferraio Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m strollin’, mindin’ my own bizness, thinkin’ ‘bout “Before Sunset,” that flick I love. Jesse and Celine, just yakkin’ in Paris, all romantic-like. “I guess when you’re young, you just believe…” there’s gonna be hookers aplenty, y’know? Nope! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t that poetic. Down in them red-light spots, it’s more like—wham!—cash up front, no chit-chat. Made me mad as hell, ‘cause where’s the damn romance? I’m a sap for that movie vibe!

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Next, I get a call from a local shop owner on Via delle Vigne. He’s freaking out because his delivery of wine didn’t show up. Like, dude, it’s Portoferraio! You can’t run outta wine! I tell him to chill, and I’ll sort it out. But inside, I’m like, “If I don’t get this guy his vino, he might just lose it.”

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