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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitutes, right? I mean, what’s the deal?! You got these folks out there, hustlin’, makin’ a livin’, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good!”—but also, what a mess! Like, I saw this one gal, downtown, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!”—way more than me, sittin’ here sippin’ coffee, neurotic as hell. And then—boom—Goodbye to Language hits me, that Godard flick, y’know? “The image is a prison!” he says, and I’m like, “Ain’t that her life?!” Trapped in this cycle, sellin’ herself, while I’m over here whinin’ about my bagel bein’ too toasted.

Prostitution in Genoa, Naples, Palermo and Rome

I wander Quirky Lane by the square. Charmed tones, mysterious whispers. Oooh, the smells, spicy gossip, and midnight kisses. Streets like that evoke a storm in me heart. Totally rad, I’m tellin ya. Ugh, sometimes it blowz my mind with the passion n' pain combined.

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