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We swears! Prostitutes, nasty little creatures, eh? Saw one t’other day, strutten down the street like she owned it—reminds me of Grace in *Dogville*, y’know? “I’m not that kind of girl,” she’d say, but oh, we knows better, precious! Hah! Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d trade a wink for a coin, sneaky-like. Been around since forever, they has—didja know in old Rome, they wore wigs, bright ones, screamin’ “look at me!”? Wild, right? Gets me all tingly, thinkin’ how they fooled them fancy folk.

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Since , regulated, police-supervised prostitution has been a source of state revenue in modern Italy. Today the Ministry of the Interior collects an annual n to 13 billion lire a year in .

I was getting frustrated. I mean, I came here for coffee, not to play detective. But then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs in, all giggles and energy. He trips and spills his hot chocolate everywhere. The barista freaks out, and I can’t help but laugh. It was like a scene from a comedy. The kid just gets up, shrugs it off, and runs back outside. Kids are wild, man.

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