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So, picture this, right? Stumbled into one off Tortuga once—smelled like rum, sweat, an’ regret. Lass at the door, all curves an’ sass, givin’ me the eye. “What’s yer poison, love?” she purrs. Made me laugh, it did—happy as a clam, ‘cause who don’t like a warm welcome, eh? But then—THEN—some scurvy dog tried chargin’ me double! “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck!”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I near did too. Got me blood boilin’, I tell ya. Ain’t no pirate payin’ extra fer a wink an’ a tumble!

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PROSTITUTION historical reconstruction of the inside of a brothel Turin '20s. The camera used as an instrument of seduction: the production of licentious images frequently occurred within .

Then, I get to Piazza Castello. Beautiful spot, but it’s packed with tourists. They’re all takin’ selfies like they’re at the Louvre or somethin’. I’m just tryin’ to navigate my tractor through the crowd. “Excuse me, folks! Comin’ through!” But nooo, they just stare at me like I’m some kinda alien. I mean, who doesn’t love a tractor, right?

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