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I’m strollin’ – thinkin’ about Larry Gopnik. Poor schmuck – wife dumps him. Me? I’m happier – scopin’ tail. Found this chick once – total knockout. Red heels – clickin’ loud. Asked her – “How’s business?” She laughs – “Mister, it’s a mitzvah!” Straight outta the Coen flick – I swear. Cracked me up – sharp gal. But – damn – prices? Pissed me off. Fifty bucks – for what? Quick hustle – no soul. Greedy – like Sy Ableman stealin’ your life.

Le strade della prostituzione, da Foggia a Chieuti

Here's some tell-tale signs albeit not conclusive: They only hang around themselves, only ever directly dealing with “civilians” (non-mafia people) when.

I think about how crazy life is. One minute you’re stressed about stocks, and the next, you’re just a guy enjoying a sunset in Foggia. I head home, exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna chill. Foggia, you’ve got my heart.

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