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About Milan

But—ha!—some whores, they’re clever, yeah? Like, in Paris, 1800s, they’d slip biz cards in punters’ pockets, all sneaky. “Fancy a smile?” it’d say. Cheeky sods! I’m half laughin’, half fumin’—that’s bold, but it’s grim. Like Jean-Dom’s “I am fading.” Whore’s fadin’ too, but it clings, don’t it?

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Un “trasloco” obbligato per le numerose prostitute che, anche in città, hanno venduto il loro corpo sul marciapiede per anni. E c’è un perché: era stata intensificata l’attività di controllo e non.

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s got that classic Italian vibe. Cafés everywhere, people sipping espresso like it’s oxygen. I’m like, “Gimme that caffeine fix!” So I grab a cappuccino, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Work stuff. Ugh, can’t a guy enjoy his coffee?

Olbia, in the truck full of furniture over 30 kilos of cocaine: new major seizure at the port