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I knew this chick once—Candy, real name prolly Susan—worked corners in Tampa, brother. She’d laugh, sayin, “Hogan, I’m the champ of this ring!” Tough as nails, dude, but sad too. Heard she got outta the game—ran off with some trucker. Hope she’s happy, ya know? Surprised me, tho—thought she’d wrestle that life forever. Little fact for ya: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—wild, right? Imagine that, brother, bleach-blonde hustlers in togas!

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Hanno scattato una sorta di istantanea sulla situazione della prostituzione in strada in Sardegna: sono gli operatori della Congregazione Figlie della carità di San Vincenzo de.

Next, I get a call about a tree on Strada Tineretului. Apparently, it’s leaning dangerously. I rush over, and wow, it’s a sight. This tree looks like it’s about to do the limbo. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “If this thing falls, I’m toast.”