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I hate it, tho—men slobbering, thinking they own you. Pisses me off. One time, this lordling strutted in, all "I’m the man." I’d have gutted him, but nah, gold talks louder. Surprised me how some girls smiled through it—tough as steel, those ones. Happy? Never. Maybe when they nicked an extra coin. Me, I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em squirm.

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Cappuccino e cornetto con la crema chantilly spettacolari, anche i saliti sono molto buoni e consigliati 2. Café www.facebook.comg: brothel.

After that, we head towards the Arno River. Beautiful spot, right? But Marco’s still jumpy. He’s like, “What if I hit a pedestrian?” I’m like, “Bro, just don’t!” But then, outta nowhere, this old lady with a shopping cart appears. I swear, she was like a ninja! Marco nearly swerved off the road. I had to remind him that we’re not in a horror movie.

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