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Now, real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t always smooth. Some nights, it’s mad sketchy—dudes lurkin’, vibes off. Makes me wanna scream, “This is my world!” and peel out. But when it clicks? Pure adrenaline, fam. Like hittin’ nitro on the Fury Road. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Damn, I’m too sexy for this chaos,” but I love it.

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In several decades of wandering around Venice I have never come across a hint of prostitution or prostitutes. I would be surprised if there was absolutely no ladies (there is a word that Missing: Carignano.

First off, I had to set up for this big auction at the Palazzo Comunale. You know, that fancy building on Piazza Carlo Alberto? Yeah, that one. I’m hustlin’ down Via Torino, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, who needs that many pics of the same fountain? Anyway, I get to the Palazzo, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed.

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