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Favorite part? She’s got this tattoo—skull with roses, badass as hell. Ties into that headless vibe, y’know? “I don’t remember anything,” she’d mutter, laughin’, when I asked bout her first trick. Total mystery, total chaos—I dig it. Prostitutes like her, they’re the real deal, man. Not some polished Barbie doll. It’s showtime every damn night for her, and I’m just here, cheerin’ from the shadows!

Portici di via Nizza, i residenti non ne possono più: “Qui solo risse, spaccio e prostitute”

Un nordafricano confabula con una delle prostitute, l'afferra per un braccio e se ne vanno insieme. Lui deve faticare per starle dietro, lei procede veloce, per paura che qualcuno li veda.

Finally, I get to my little corner shop, and it’s a mess. I mean, I love my craft, but sometimes I feel like I’m in an episode of Hoarders. Clocks everywhere! Old ones, new ones, some that probably belong in a museum. I’m just about to start fixing a vintage pocket watch when BAM! The door swings open. It’s Mrs. Esposito, the nosiest lady in Portici.

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