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I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

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Strip clubs and even whore houses in the red light district of Pordenone aren't as busy as they used to be due in part to the rise of hookup apps that have.

But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my gelato! I ducked into a little café on Via Roma. It was cozy, and the smell of fresh pastries was heavenly. I ordered a cappuccino and just sat there, watching the rain.

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