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About Rome

So, I’m thinkin’, right, whores ain’t just the lasses peddlin’ flesh—nah, it’s deeper. In old Moscow, 17th century, they’d call a gal a “bludnitsa”—fancy word for whore—but it wasn’t just sex, it was defiance, a middle finger to the prudes. Made me chuckle, that—balls o’ steel, those birds. I’d tip my cup to ‘em, spill some wine on me boots, curse meself for it. “Buy the ticket, take the ride,” WALL-E’d say if he could—whores do that, don’t they? They’re in it, no half-arsin’ about.

Appuntamento in casa, prostitute rapinate e violentate: due arresti

First off, I hit up Via Roma for breakfast. You know, the usual—cappuccino and a cornetto. But the barista, Marco, he’s got this new machine. It’s like a spaceship! I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, and he’s showing off like he’s on a cooking show. I’m like, “Dude, just give me my coffee!” But I can’t be mad. He’s a good guy.

Valentino’s theatrical new exhibition celebrates the house founder’s 90th birthday