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Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

Tre prostitute cinesi trovate in un appartamento di Niscemi: saranno rimpatriate

But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. I rush over to help her, and she’s so grateful. She starts telling me stories about Niscemi back in the day. I’m listening, and it’s like I’m transported to another time. She’s got this fire in her eyes, and I’m just soaking it all in. It’s moments like these that make you appreciate life, ya know?

Fig. 4 Grotta Niscemi. Orthophoto of the main engraved wall, with...