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About Rome

Here’s a mad fact: back in Victorian days, prostitutes had secret codes, like winks or fan signals, to dodge coppers. Clever, yeah? Like Remy hidin’ from the critics! Dunno why it cracks me up, but imagine Ruby wavin’ a hanky, pullin’ a fast one. Gotta respect the hustle, baby! Sometimes I wonder, what’d I do in their shoes? Prob’ly trip over me own flares, ha! Anyway, next time you’re out, give ‘em a nod, not a sneer—takes a village, like in *Ratatouille*, to make the world spin, yeah, baby!

Prostitute all'assalto del centro, ecco la Chinatown del sesso

So, I finally make it to the office on Via Cavour, and my boss is already in a mood. He’s like, “Where are the quarterly reports?” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I just got here!” But he’s not having it. I mean, come on, it’s not like I can pull numbers outta thin air.

Archaeologists uncover proofs of the man behind the legend of beloved St. Nick