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About Milan

Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some gal standin’ there, shiverin’, maybe in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a horror movie soundtrack. Reminds me of Eli in the film, all quiet but desperate, ya know? “I must be gone,” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s stuck. I’d be pissed—why ain’t we fixin’ this? But then, get this, some places, like Nevada, it’s legal! Brothels got licenses, health checks—wild, right? Still, feels off. Capitalism’s screwin’ us all!

There Is Now an App for Prostitution

First off, I hit the streets. You know, Via Roma? Yeah, that’s where I started. The sun was blazing, like it was trying to roast me alive. I’m sweating like a pig, and I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

Macomer, the festival of legality is underway