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About Rome

So, Find a Prostitute—sounds like a hookup app, right? Ha! Fooled ya! It’s a codename I nicked for this shady financial gig I stumbled on—some underground escort-service-turned-money-laundry scheme. Little known fact: back in the 80s, pimps in Soho used to stash cash in biscuit tins—true story! Swear down, I read it in some dusty archive. Made me chuckle—imagine that, a pimp with a Hobnob obsession! Anyway, this modern version’s got crypto, offshore accounts, the lot—proper *Carol* vibes, all “What use is money if you’re trapped?”

Escorts Naples

After that, I head over to the old town. Cariati’s got this charm, you know? The narrow streets, the colorful houses, it’s like a postcard. I’m wandering around Via San Francesco, and I bump into this old lady. She’s selling fresh tomatoes, and I’m like, “Yes, please!” I buy a couple, and she starts chatting me up about her garden. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just thinking about how I can’t wait to make a caprese salad.

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