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About Rome

But yo, the dark shit? Trafficking—fucks me up. Not all choose this, nah. Forced in, trapped, like Grace in that damn town. “I’m just tryin’ to survive,” she’d say. Breaks my heart, man. Wanna punch somethin’. Then there’s the johns—creepy dudes. “What’s your price?” they ask. Like it’s a menu—gross, bruh. Humor in it, tho—some call ‘em “working girls.” Workin’ harder than us, fam!

Etymology and terminology

Prostitution in Ivory Coast is legal and now a days more sex workers are operating from the private flats and searching the clients online instead from the red.

So, I’m blasting away at this old concrete wall on Via Garibaldi. Dust everywhere! I can’t see a thing. I’m like a human snowstorm, but instead of snow, it’s just grit and grime. And then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands right on my shoulder. I freak out! Like, dude, get off me! I’m not your perch!

Bodies of Missing Climbers Andrea Galimberti and Sara Stefanelli Found on Mont Blanc