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About Naples

I’m cruisin’ by on my tractor, right, and she winks – WINKS! – at me, like I’m some stud, not a dude covered in mud. Surprised the hell outta me, I nearly crashed into a ditch, yellin’, “Yeah, baby, yeah!” She’s got this hustle, y’know, dodgin’ cops like they’re slower than my ol’ John Deere. Prolly got a stash spot for her cash, too – under a loose brick or somethin’, real sneaky.

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

Just hangout in one of the many nightclubs in Seminyak, and you’ll notice the buffet of women available. Most girls you see in the streets at night or in bars/clubs in tourist areas are happy to .

I started my morning stroll down Via Roma. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today won’t suck.” Wrong! I grab my usual cappuccino from that cute little café, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, is always cracking jokes. He’s like the unofficial mayor of Ossi. But today, he spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and says, “It’s a sign of good luck!” Yeah, right. I’m still sticky.

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