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Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? What a bloody mess! I’m sittin’ here, Webcam biz king, and you’re askin’ me this? Idiot sandwich! Look, I’ve seen it all, mate—grubby streets, dodgy corners, all that filth. Reminds me of *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, y’know, Spielberg’s gem. That kid, David, searchin’ for love in a fucked-up world. “I am. I was!” he’d say—ha! Same vibe, prostitutes out there, lost souls, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab. Breaks my heart, then pisses me off!

Il Tirreno

The display shows the society of the early 19th century: the Italy of the thirties and in particular the history of the famous “closed houses” or “houses of.

So, I roll into Pasian-di-Prato, right? First thing I notice is the streets. They’re all twisty and narrow, like they’re tryin’ to play hide and seek with ya. I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, and I swear, I almost hit a pigeon. Like, dude, watch where you’re goin’! I’m not tryin’ to add “pigeon killer” to my resume.

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