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Quirky thought—prostitutes got stamina, mate. Me choppin’ trees? Knackered in an hour. Her? All night, heels clackin’—*clack clack*—like a bleedin’ machine! Sarcasm? Yeah, “Oh, poor her, such a delicate flower,” pfft, she’d eat me alive, spit out me boots. Love that grit, though—makes me grin like a daft sod. *mumbles, waves hands* Prostitute, eh? Proper star in me forest, that’s a fact!

Prostituzione, aumento vertiginoso delle ‘lucciole’ in strada

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

We all spill out onto Via Garibaldi. It’s chaos. Fire trucks, sirens blarin’. I’m tryin’ to catch my breath, and this old lady walks by. She looks at me and says, “You’re lucky you didn’t burn up!” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, you have no idea.”

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