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Alright, folks, grab yer brushes—here’s a wild one! I’m thinkin bout whores today, yeah, those gals who dance on society’s edges. Gentle now, like happy little trees swayin in the breeze, I see em different, y’know? Watched “The Return” last night—damn, that movie hits ya! That line, “You’re not alone here,” sticks with me. Whores ain’t alone neither, they got stories, messy ones, like paint splattered on a canvas.

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men of Comacchio. At the same time, the eeis which remained in the lagoons Narrates two instances whore eels have escaped from tanks, and have been.

After a bit of back and forth, I finally get him to cough up some cash. I’m feelin’ like a champ, right? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ torrential downpour. I’m soaked, my paperwork’s ruined, and I’m just standin’ there like a drowned rat. Classic Comacchio weather, am I right?

Tiny lagoon town dubbed 'Little Venice' with colourful houses and bargain hotels