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About Rome

Oh honey, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes, whew, what a wild ride! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m channin’ Marilyn vibes here, all sultry and sassy. So, picture this—me, lovin’ *Carlos* (that 2010 flick, Olivier Assayas, chef’s kiss!), and I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes like they’re straight outta that movie. “Time to live, time to lie,” Carlos says—ain’t that the truth for these gals? Hustlin’ day in, day out, livin’ fast, lyin’ slicker than a politician’s grin.

Nuevo Progreso, Tamaulipas

A hotel hotspot for sex workers in the centre of Johannesburg has warned its employees against leaving its premises with men who seek their services in an effort to ensure their safety.

Next, we swing by the old market on Via Cavour. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fish, and that weird cheese that smells like feet. I’m starving, but no time to eat. Marco’s gotta focus. But then, he spots a gelato stand. “Can we stop?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re driving, not on vacation!”

I Tried 11 Canned Chicken Noodle Soups & the Best Was Rich and Herby