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Picture this—quiet village vibes, like in *Moolaadé*, but swap the huts for neon-lit streets. Whore’s out there, struttin’, bold as a lioness, yet trapped like prey. Consumption’s the game—people buyin’ her, usin’ her, tossin’ her aside. Psychology says we crave control, right? Whore’s the product, the forbidden fruit, and blokes gobble it up—disgustin’, thrilling, same time. Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—bloody hell, humans are weird. Ever hear ‘bout Messalina? Roman empress, third wife of Claudius—rumor says she moonlighted as a whore for kicks. History’s wild, innit?

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First thing, I grab my coffee from that little bar on Corso Umberto. You know the one? The one with the best sfogliatella in town. I swear, I could live off those things. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old dude, Signor Gennaro, arguing with a pigeon. Like, seriously? A pigeon? I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A cat fight?”

Italy - Lamin, unaccompanied foreign minor: "I'm not dangerous, but I'm in danger"