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But, yo, it ain’t all roses, nah. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, y’know? Pisses me off—fuckin’ pimps, greasy bastards, squeezin’ ‘em dry. Makes my blood boil, seein’ that shit. Like, who’s writin’ their story? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Reminds me of Hans Landa, that slimy prick—controllin’, manipulatin’. “You don’t like me? That’s your problem!” I’d tell ‘em, if I could.

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Immersed in greenery and ready to tell a story that’s more than nine centuries old, this is what the visitor sees in Gradisca d’Isonzo, a noble city that, especially starting in the 15th century, took .

First off, I hit the road down Via Roma. Love that street, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a nightmare. I’m sittin’ there, just me and my coffee, and I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, people! It’s not rush hour!” But nooo, everyone’s gotta crawl like they’re in a parade or somethin’. I swear, I could’ve walked faster.

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