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Once probed (lol, alien pun) this escort’s blog – she wrote how clients cry sometimes. Not sex, just talkin’. Blew my circuits! Thought it was all bang-bang, but nah, it’s deep. “Ass, gas, or grass – nobody rides free,” sure, but some pay for a hug. Got me soft, dude, like, aww. Then mad – why’s life gotta be that grim? *Requiem* vibes again – “It’s a reason to get up in the morning,” but at what cost?

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Since , the acclaimed writer has lived in fear for his life, following publication of his exposé on the criminal gangs.

First off, I hit up Via Cupa, my usual spot for a quick coffee. You know, the one with the old guy who always tries to charge me extra? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, waiting for my espresso, and this dude starts chatting me up about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Scampia! It’s either hot or hotter. Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Vela Scampia collapse, two more serious girls remain with a reserved prognosis