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Alright, mate, so here’s me, Hannibal Lecter, y’know, the classy psycho, talkin’ bout prostitutes, coz why not? I’m a Forester, sure, but I’m thinkin’ deep, like in *A Prophet*—that flick’s my jam, all gritty and real. Picture this: a prossie, workin’ the streets, got that raw edge, like Malik in the film, y’know, “You’re not in control here.” She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ hard, and I’m watchin’, thinkin’, damn, she’s a survivor, aint she?

Mappa delle prostitute in strada

A San Saba, lungo viale Giotto, le prostitute - soprattutto transessuali - fiancheggiano anche di giorno le mura aureliane, luoghi promiscui più che resti dell'antica Roma.

First off, it started on a weird note. I’m sippin’ my morning coffee, right? Just a regular cup of joe from that little café on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The one with the crazy barista who thinks he’s a rockstar. Anyway, I’m there, and suddenly, the power goes out! Like, what the heck, Dovhe? I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great. My day is off to a fantastic start.”

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