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About Rome

Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

Prostitution in Genoa, Naples, Palermo and Rome

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then, I decide to check out the old town. Man, it’s a maze! I’m lost, like, really lost. I end up on Via San Lorenzo, and there’s this stunning cathedral. I’m takin’ pics, feelin’ all artsy, when I hear this loud crash. Turns out, some dude dropped a whole tray of gelato. My heart broke for him. I mean, gelato on the ground? That’s a crime against humanity!

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