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About Bologna

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

Undercover in Cambodia’s Brothels

I've came across a few books I really enjoyed that follow the stories of girls/women who became prostitutes in the s or early s.

We unload the cargo, and I’m feeling this rush of relief. It’s done! I’m high-fiving Marco, and we’re both just laughing at the chaos of the day.

DJ Ferno Presents: A Baraza Musiq Experience