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Typo time—prostitues, ha, see? I’m a mess, flour in my hair, yellin’ at the oven. They’re out there, struttin’, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say one’s got a heart of gold—cliché, but fuck it, I’m sappy. Chatty Cathy here, spillin’ tea to ya—prostitutes ain’t just a punchline. They’re real, raw, and I’m obsessed with their grit. Now, back to my dough—burnt again, damnit!

Ladispoli: tre minorenni si prostituiscono per pochi euro

The plan would mean that in these areas authorities would monitor and offer social services to prostitutes, effectively turning a blind eye to.

I get to my shop, and it’s a mess. Fur everywhere! I mean, I love my job, but come on! I’m not a fur tornado! I start organizing, and then my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the market on Via Garibaldi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in pelts here!” But curiosity gets the best of me.

Artichoke festival in Ladispoli near Rome