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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

Sesso e prostituzione in un centro estetico di Parma: due arresti e un ricercato

Man, what a day! I woke up in Parma, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a baker, right? So, I’m up at the crack of dawn, flour everywhere, like a snowstorm hit my kitchen. I’m talkin’ about the good ol’ Via D’Azeglio, where I’ve got my little bakery, “Pane e Amore.” Cute, huh?

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