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But lemme tell ya, I get pissed too—some of these joints? Straight-up nasty. Girls trapped, no choice, no way out—makes my blood boil. “You’ve got to live somehow,” Ida’d whisper, all resigned, and damn, that hits here. Some choose it, sure—cool, you do you—but others? Forced. That’s the ugly side. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this one spot in Nevada—legal brothel, all shiny and legit, but still got dark corners. Bunny Ranch, they call it—sounds cute, huh? Ain’t always.

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The church and monastery are long gone, although there are rumours of some considerable remains - the church's west facade and some walls have been mentioned.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, seriously? It’s sunny one minute, and then it’s like the sky’s crying. We dash for cover under this awning on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. I’m soaked, and my hair’s a mess. Luca’s laughing at me. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!”

Monastery and church of San Giovanni Evangelista