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Then—boom—some creep DMs me, “You lookin?” Nah, fam, I ain’t that desperate! Made me mad as hell, I’m too fly for that noise. “I’m not afraid of the dark,” I tell myself, but sketchy vibes? Pass! Did ya know Vegas got legal spots, but they still sneaky bout it? Blows my mind! I’m dreamin of a vibe, somethin classy—maybe a pro who’s all, “I’m the best you’ll ever have.” Ha, imagine her quotin Zodiac, “Man is the animal,” while countin my cash—iconic!

Among the hills of Montalbano, exploring the Brigidini homeland

Publishing or telecasting photographs of sex workers caught during raid or rescue operations will be a criminal offence, the Supreme Court (SC) has said in an order, which also declared that Missing: Lamporecchio.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my tiny apartment in Lamporecchio, right? You know, that cute little town in Tuscany? Yeah, the one with the rolling hills and all that. I was ready to tackle the day, but boy, was I in for a ride.

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