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Here’s a lil’ fact nobody tells ya—back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes used payphones to set shit up. No cell phones, just coins and codes, wild as fuck! I’m thinkin’, man, imagine me droppin’ quarters, yellin’, “Hurry the fuck up!” Makes me laugh, ‘cause today it’s all texts and apps—shit’s evolved, yo. Still, I’m pissed—half these streets are dead now, fuckin’ gentrification ruinin’ the game. Where’s a motherfucker s’posed to look?

Rosarno, prostituzione, spaccio e tanto altro nel quartiere Ospizio. Gli abitanti: SIAMO STANCHI!

Then, in Rosarno there was also exploitation by organised crime, which at a certain point decided to get rid of these people. The 'Ndrangheta discovered that it.

So, I’m waiting for my student, Marco. He’s a good kid, but man, he’s got the attention span of a goldfish. He finally shows up, late as usual. “Scusa, prof!” he says, all outta breath. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta get your act together!”

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