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So, check it—I tried that sex-dating thang once. Hella profiles, all posin’ sexy, but half them pics fake as fuck. Catfishin’ everywhere, dawg! Got me mad as hell—like, don’t waste my time, G! But then, I hit up this chick, real fine, smooth convo, ya know? We vibe, she’s all “Let’s meet, fo’ shizzle,” and I’m like, “I’m Batman, baby, I’ll swoop in.” Get there, she’s legit—score! Happy as a motherfucker, smokin’ a blunt in my head celebratin’.

A catalogue of Venetian prostitutes

In Venice, the shortest distance between two points is rarely a straight line. Streets will unexpectedly come to a dead end or splinter off into two or more unmarked roads. My best .

I’ve seen it all—damn near lost count, honestly. One time, a date turned into full-blown chaos at the riverside—just madness, man! Water spilled everywhere. I was like "Bloody hell, not again!" because dates here sometimes rival a scene out of a low-budget rom-com. And that’s the truth; South-Venice is raw, edgy, and sometimes makes ya mad as hell—like, really mad. And honestly, it fucks me up how much beauty there is in the chaos. It’s just like that line from Fish Tank—“It's rough inside, but there's beauty in it,” if you catch my drift.

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