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About Rome

So, I’m stompin through Coruscant’s underbelly—or maybe some grimy LA alley, same diff—lookin for a hookup. Not the fancy escort types, nah, too polished, too fake. I want the raw deal, someone who’s seen shit, lived it. Little known fact: back in Rome, gladiators like me’d hit up the lupanars—brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on walls sayin who banged who. History’s wild, man. Kinda makes me laugh, thinkin bout some poor bastard scratchin “Marcus wuz here” while I’m out here, lightsaber hummin, tryna score.

Italian town makes sex workers wear hi-vis vests

Then I hit up the local café on Via Garibaldi. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my drink, feeling all fancy, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I mean, c’mon, it’s a café, not a boxing ring! They were going at it about... wait for it... who left the lights on. I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh.

This Italian council actually wants local prostitutes to become more visible