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Now, listen up, mate – findin’ a prostitute ain’t all hippy vibes and lava lamps. Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot, yeah? Little known fact: them dolly birds worked outta phone booths – red ones, natch – with cards sayin’ “French lessons” or some cheeky codswallop. Made me chuckle, that did! “I listen. That’s my job,” says Wiesler in the flick, but me? I’m peepin’ at prossies, tryin’ not to get nicked by the fuzz.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything smells fresh. I decide to hit up the local market on Via Garibaldi. It’s buzzing! Fresh bread, cheese, and all that good stuff. I grab a slice of focaccia, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and this vendor starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Roncade, how it used to be a castle town. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just here for the food!”

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