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About Florence

Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

Il vodoo per plagiare le donne

Nella scorsa edizione Storie Italiane aveva raccontato come la mafia nigeriana a Castel Volturno controlli un grande giro di spaccio e prostituzione, veri e propri "marchi di fabbrica" della mafia .

After that, I head to the beach. Castel Volturno’s got this long stretch of sand, right? It’s beautiful, but man, the litter! I’m talking plastic bottles, wrappers, you name it. Makes me mad. Like, can’t people just throw stuff in the bin? Anyway, I’m walking along the shore, trying to clear my head. The waves are crashing, and I’m thinking, “This is nice.”

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