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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout brothels—yep, them houses of ill repute! Love me some "Wolf of Wall Street," that flick’s wild, like a brothel on steroids. Leonardo’s out there, screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—kinda how I feel ‘bout this topic. So, brothels, man, they’re old as dirt. Been around since them Roman days, called lupanars—fancy word, huh? Prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde, stand out like a sore thumb. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on me, can’t get fooled again!

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Esiste, al XXX miglio della via Latina, sulla strada che porta a Segni, un castello, le cui tracce visibili ancora oggi attraverso una folta vegetazione, ha dato il nome alla città di Colleferro: il .

Finally, I meet my client at the park. He’s all worked up, pacing like a caged lion. I’m like, “Dude, breathe!” We sit on a bench, and I start explaining the market trends. He’s nodding, but I can see the panic in his eyes. I’m thinking, “Man, if only I could just wave a magic wand and make it all better.”

"Nails in toothpaste, insults and blows, spits in pasta": the hard life in prison of the Bianchi brothers - L'Unione Sarda English