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About Rome

Me, I’d be pissed daily. Dudes hagglin prices—fuck off! She’s not a coupon, asshole. But Candy? Cool as hell. Smoked cigs like a boss. Blew rings, smirked—untouchable. Made me happy, seein that. Strength, yo. Total badass, no cap. Still, wonder bout her sometimes. Where’s she at now? Hope she’s good, fam. Prostitutes like her—legends, man. Legends. Spring Breakers forever—“This is infinity!” Hell yeah, it is.

Educational Levels

In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real prostitutes over the past four hundred years. Prostitutes’ origins and racial and ethnic backgrounds are examined, as well as their .

First call comes in at 8 AM. Some dude on Via Giuseppe Mazzini is freaking out. His car won’t start. I mean, c’mon, it’s a Sunday! Can’t a guy enjoy his morning coffee? So, I send a guy over. Meanwhile, I’m sippin’ my espresso, tryin’ to wake up. Scalea’s got the best coffee, no doubt.

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