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About Rome

So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

In which legal way can client contact prostitute & avail her services?

Finally, we get back to the service. It’s at the chapel on Via Garibaldi. Beautiful place, but today? Not so much. The priest is droning on, and I’m just zoning out. I can’t help but think about how I need to get home and change.

«Certificate da laboratori»: le precisazioni di Grafica Veneta sulle mascherine filtranti prodotte