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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

Prostituta cinese denuncia i suoi aguzzini a Pavia, smantellato il racket

Una giovane cinese ha denunciato gli aguzzini che la facevano prostituire in una casa di Pavia controllata a vista dalle telecamere: da lì è partita un'indagine che ha portato a indagare .

After that, I take a breather outside on Via S. Francesco. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I’m thinkin’ about how lucky I am to work in such a historic place. Pavia’s got that vibe, man. The old buildings, the cobblestone streets, it’s like stepping back in time. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole cart of gelato! I’m talkin’ a rainbow of flavors splattered everywhere. I can’t help but laugh.

Diego Pavia – Tennessee Week Interview