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About Rome

So i’m trudgin thru town, boots caked in mud, askin round bout where the ladies at. Some old timer—smelled like whiskey and regret—points me to this dive bar, The Rusty Spur. “All that is human can sink…”—that’s the vibe there, straight outta the movie. Dark, smoky, eyes followin me like i’m prey. I spot her—red lipstick, skirt shorter than a miner’s fuse. She’s workin the room, all sly smiles and sharp glances. I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin—business or pleasure?” She laughs, says, “Both, if ya got coin.” Got me chucklin—girl’s got sass, i respect that.

Sex Work in Italy

Partially due to these movies and TV series, Scampia and the "Vele" complex became widely associated with drugs, prostitution, and organized.

Then, I head down to Piazza Giovanni XXIII. It’s usually packed, but today? It was like a scene from a movie. Kids playing soccer, old folks gossiping, and this guy selling the best sfogliatella. I mean, I could’ve eaten a dozen. But then, outta nowhere, this car zooms by, blasting music. Like, bro, chill! It’s not a race track! I almost spilled my pastry.

Nervous Encounter in Secondigliano