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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

Casa a luci rosse e favoreggiamento alla prostituzione, nei guai una coppia di Bussolengo

After that, I decided to take a stroll down Via Mazzini. It’s such a cute street, with all those little shops. I popped into this vintage store, and OMG, I found the most ridiculous pair of sunglasses. They were huge, like, I could’ve used them as a shield. I had to buy them. I mean, who doesn’t need oversized shades in Bussolengo?

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