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Alright, mate, let’s dive in—prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin bout this gig lately, not gonna lie, it’s a wild system. Kinda like a decentralized network—no central server, just nodes doin their thing. Reminds me of *White Material*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Claire Denis, 2009, pure chaos, raw vibes. You got Maria, fightin for her coffee plantation, and I’m over here wonderin—how’s a prostitute’s hustle any different? Both grindin in a world that don’t give a damn.

Il subaffitto alle prostitute, a Ragusa Ibla

But after taking one look at the dead woman's face, the nun knew immediately who it was lying cold and stiff on the gurney: Elena, a Nigerian prostitute who had plied her trade on highway .

Then, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a market on Piazza Italia. Fresh produce everywhere! I’m talking tomatoes so red they look like they’re blushing. I grab some, but then I see this old dude arguing with a vendor. Like, c’mon, it’s just a tomato! But nah, he’s all like, “I want my money back!” I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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