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About Milan

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, I’m goin’ there. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with ‘em. They’re sellin’ love, but it’s fake as hell. Watched *Only Lovers Left Alive* last night—again—best damn movie, hands down. Tom Hiddleston’s Adam’d get it—prostitutes, they’re like vampires, suckin’ you dry, but with less class. “This is your wilderness,” he’d say, smirkin’ at the neon-lit streets. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, mid-20s, works downtown—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s got that vibe—tired eyes, fake smile, heels clickin’ like a death knell. Saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’—thought, “Hell, she’s a goddamn cliche.”

prostituzione

Tra i e i tossicodipendenti che quotidianamente comprano o consumano droga nell'area compresa tra la Stazione del Serraglio, il triangolo di via Cironi, piazza Mercatale e la ciclabile .

I finally head home, exhausted. I plop down on my couch, and I’m just thinking about how wild today was. Campi-Bisenzio, you’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have a day filled with cat pics, soccer balls, and spilled coffee?

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