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But then—ugh—the smell! Can we talk about that? Stale beer, cheap perfume, unwashed socks—gimme a break! I’d be gaggin’ five minutes in. And the noise! Moanin’, laughin’, some idiot bangin’ a piano off-key. I’d go nuts! “What’s this racket?!” I’d scream, like a lunatic. Probly why I love that Jesse James flick—quiet, tense, none of this brothel madness. “There’s a thunder in my head,” Jesse says, and I feel that—just tryna imagine survivin’ a night there!

Gestiva un centro massaggi a Casalgrande, in carcere per prostituzione

I’m trying to focus, but the smell of fried dough is killing me. I’m starving! I spot a stand selling gnocco fritto. I can’t resist. I grab a piece, and oh man, it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash.

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