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About Milan

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans” vibes. Been operatin heavy machinery all day, brain’s fried, but this? This I gotta spill. Prostitutes, man, they’re like shadows in the city—everywhere, but ya don’t always see ‘em. Watched *A Separation* again last night, fave flick, ya know? That line, “He doesn’t even see me,” hits different thinkin bout these girls. Invisible, but they’re there, hustlin.

Giubbotti catarifrangenti per le prostitute

Thanks to a very health and safety conscious Italian town, the attire of local prostitutes is set do undergo a dramatic change.

So, I’m walking along the river, and I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a guy in a tutu jogging down Via Dante. I mean, who does that? I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my phone in the river.

Prostitutes working in Italy told to wear hi-vis vests so drivers can see them