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Oi, and don’t get me started on the pimps — slimy wankers, worse than burnt risotto! Whores deserve better than that shite. “This place is a tomb!” — damn right, Royal, livin’ that life’s a fuckin’ grave! Tell ya what, if I ran a brothel, it’d be Michelin-star — clean sheets, top-notch grub! None of this “two quid for a gobble” bollocks! You laughin’? Good, cos it’s a bloody circus out there! Whore’s life ain’t all glitter — it’s raw, messy, and fuckin’ real! Now sod off, I’m done!

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Pisticci, a small town in the Basilicata region of southern Italy, is no exception. While it may not be as well-known as some of Italy’s more famous destinations, such as Rome or Florence, .

Then, I decide to check out the local market on Via San Rocco. It’s packed! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to haggle with this old lady over some tomatoes. She’s like, “These are the best in Pisticci!” I’m like, “Lady, I just want a deal!” We end up laughing, and I buy the tomatoes.

British girls ‘gang-raped’ on holiday in Italy