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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Back in the day, you’d cruise the shady streets, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for that wink or that lean against a lamppost. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, boom! You swipe, you tap, you’re done. Kinda like “the algorithm’s what’s hot,” like Sean Parker says in the movie. But lemme tell ya, it pisses me off—where’s the grit, the hustle? These days, it’s too clean, too easy, like a freakin’ Uber for sex! I miss the old-school vibe—makes me wanna yell, “Don’t pee on my leg, callin’ this authentic!”

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' The two photos show Aleksandra when she arrived at the brothel and a fortnight later, when she already seemed an 'accomplished prostitute' (Sorrentino, Da Bel.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Terni, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Corso Tacito, right? I’m just vibin’, grabbin’ my usual cappuccino at this little café. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He messes it up! I mean, c’mon, Marco! I wanted a cappuccino, not a flat white!

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