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Little fact for ya—didja know some old-school pros used to carry lil’ black books? Not for clients, nah—codes for coppers they’d dodge! Crafty, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of her scribblin’ in the dark, “Beat it, pig!” Anyway, she’s tellin’ me her rate—steep, mate, steep! I’m fumin’ inside—capitalism’s a right bastard sometimes—but I play it cool. “How do you know what you’re worth?” I mutter, half to her, half to meself, straight outta Nolan’s script.

Pomezia, sanzionate prostitute e cliente su via Ardeatina, zona Santa Palomba

So, I grab some paper towels, and while I’m cleaning up, I see my buddy Marco from high school. He’s walking by on Via dei Castelli Romani, and I’m like, “Yo, Marco! Come help me!” He just waves and keeps walking. Rude! I mean, I’m drowning in soda here!

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