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So, check it—prostitution’s old as dirt. Like, ancient Rome had brothels marked with dick carvings on walls—true story, google that shit. Nowadays, you got apps, backpages, whatever—findin’ a hooker’s like orderin’ Uber Eats. But me? I’m thinkin’—what’s the vibe? Is it sketchy? Hella sketchy! You roll up, heart poundin’, like, “Is this a cop? A sting?” Paranoia kicks in, Haneke-style—“What’s behind the door?” That’s the thrill, tho—chaos, baby!

«Pusher, prostitute, persone pericolose: ecco chi si nasconde nei vicoli di Sassari»

I residenti sassaresi cercano di difendersi come possono di fronte all’inciviltà di parecchi individui della comunità nigeriana, numericamente la più importante del centro storico. A nulla sono .

So, I’m walking past the Piazza d’Italia, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. Sassari has this vibe, man. It’s like a mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I love it! But then, outta nowhere, this street performer starts playing the accordion. And let me tell ya, it was like a cat fight. I mean, I appreciate the effort, but c’mon!

Sassari, mourning in the world of music: Antonio Pilo has died