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About Rome

So, here’s the deal – you wanna find one? Streets got eyes, mate. Back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin girls – crazy, eh? Now it’s all digital, apps, dodgy ads. X posts’d show ya – “lookin for fun, DM me” – subtle as a black hole. I’d scan em, analysin profiles, cosmic brain whirrin. Some lass in fishnets, poutin at a webcam – “How much?” you’d ask. “Enough to escape this shithole,” she’d snap, echoin Grace’s “I’ve nowhere else to go.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Calcinelli.

We end up grabbing a gelato at Gelateria Calcinelli. I get the pistachio, and she goes for the classic stracciatella. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. It’s like no time has passed. But then, I spill gelato all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m mortified, but she just giggles.

COMPETRINI, Elio