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Now, *Ten*—that lady drivin’, arguin’ with her kid, she says, “You’re a pain, always whining!” Sounds like me talkin’ to a cheapskate client, ha! Whores, they deal with whiners too, I bet. Makes me mad, though—folks lookin’ down on ‘em. Like, who’s perfect? Not me! I once shaved a guy’s ear off—accident, swear it! He was pissed, but I was happy—good story, right? Whores prolly got stories wilder than that. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this one in France, 1800s, she owned half the damn town! Hustled her way up—respect, y’know?

Finta ex alunna abbraccia un’anziana insegnante e le ruba un bracciale d’oro

trevisoauthor. Spaghetti alla Puttanesca. “Puttanesca” means “whore's sauce” and was said to have been made by prostitutes in the harbor.

I’m grumbling, trying to shake it off. I pass by the beautiful Piazza dei Signori. It’s stunning, like postcard material. But I’m too busy cursing my wet socks to appreciate it. I mean, who even designed these streets? They should’ve thought about drainage!

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