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So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

La Frazione di Ponte a Ema

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After cleanin’ up that mess, I head over to Via di Cintoia. This place is a maze, I swear. I’m lost for a good 20 minutes. I’m cursing under my breath, “Why can’t these streets just be straight?” Finally, I find the house. It’s a big ol’ villa, and the owner is a total diva. She wants a custom glass door. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a glazier, not a magician.”

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