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Oh, and the slang – “hooker,” “working girl” – cracks me up every time. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Ida’d lose her damn mind here.” “Who are these people?” she’d whisper, all holy-like. Me? I’d shrug – “They’re survivors, kid.” Ain’t glamorous, but it’s raw. Once knew a gal, swore she banked 500 bucks a night – exaggeratin’? Maybe. Still, made me go, “Hot damn, that’s hustle!”

Favoreggiamento della prostituzione: un arresto ad Imola

Ore di un mercoledi a pochi metri dal centro storico.

I’m tryin’ to shake it off, so I head to this little café on Via Emilia. The smell of fresh espresso hits me like a freight train. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a forest master, but I can appreciate good coffee.” I sit down, and as I sip, I see this old guy at the next table. He’s got this massive plate of tortellini. I’m drooling, man! I’m like, “Hey, what’s that?” He just grins and says, “Best in town.” I’m thinkin’, “I gotta try that!”

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