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Gets me mad, though—the way folks sneer, call her “slag” or worse. Who’re they to judge? She’s out there, hustlin’, while they’re cosy with their Netflix. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a dead fish, mate. Happy bit? Saw her once slip a fiver to a homeless bloke—heart of gold, buried deep. Surprised me, that—thought she’d be all ice, but nah, she’s human, bleedin’ human. *The New World* whispers, “All must die,” and ain’t that the truth? She’s livin’ it, day by day, dodgin’ the reaper.

They exploited prostitutes, sentenced to nine years

For the people of Catania it’s just the prostitutes’ district. The place is hated and it is a symbol of scandal, of perdition and perversion. San Berillo has no social boundaries. The district is .

Finally, I get the tree stabilized. High fives all around! I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I realize it’s late. I gotta get back to my truck parked on Strada Călărașilor. I’m sprinting, and of course, I trip again. This time, it’s on a stray dog’s leash. The dog looks at me like, “Really, dude?”