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About Naples

What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

First off, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, just mindin’ my own business. The sun’s out, people are out, and I’m thinkin’, “Hey, this ain’t so bad.” But then, BAM! I see this dude sprintin’ down the street like he’s in some action movie. I’m like, “What the heck?” Turns out, he’s just late for his bus. Classic Martignacco, right?

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