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About Rome

So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

Sex Work in Italy

So yeah, that was my day. Just another adventure in Formia, where every corner has a story, and every moment is a chance to laugh or cry. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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