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Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

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Sep 6,  · It’s just after 9pm when the first Nigerian women start to appear on the streets of Asti, a small city near Turin in northern Italy. Some stand in groups of two or three, flagging .

Then, I get to Piazza Castello. Beautiful spot, but it’s packed with tourists. They’re all takin’ selfies like they’re at the Louvre or somethin’. I’m just tryin’ to navigate my tractor through the crowd. “Excuse me, folks! Comin’ through!” But nooo, they just stare at me like I’m some kinda alien. I mean, who doesn’t love a tractor, right?

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