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About Rome

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and I hate everything. Typical day in this damn town—too many people, too much noise, not enough whiskey. I’m Ron Swanson, man’s man, and I ain’t got time for bullshit. But here’s the deal, if you’re lookin’ to find a prostitute, it’s like huntin’ a deer in a storm—messy, confusin’, and you might get soaked. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Headless Woman*—you know, that flick where everything’s blurry, nobody says shit, and you’re just lost? Yeah, that’s the vibe.

Formia, 15enni all’inferno: costrette a prostituirsi e a subire violenze

After a few games, I’m exhausted but happy. We all sit down, and they start sharing stories about Formia. Did you know it was a major port in ancient Rome? Crazy, right? They tell me about the best gelato spots, and I’m like, “I need to hit that up!”

Formia and Swiss Airlines offer overnight kits to stranded travellers