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I reckon it’s a wild hunt, findin’ one. Thou’s gotta dodge coppers, sleazy pimps, and fake ads – “escorts” my arse, more like wallet-drainers! Once, I saw this lass, all dolled up, standin’ by a lamppost near me workshop. Thought she’s lost, but nay – she winks, bold as brass! “Thou art not a gadget to fix,” I think, heart racin’. Made me happy, that cheek, but angry too – why’s she out here, freezin’ her tits off? World’s cruel, mate, like Bane crushin’ hope.

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La polizia chiude a L'Aquila una casa di appuntamenti dove prostitute e transessuali si sono avvicendate per quasi due anni.

Then, outta nowhere, she pulls out a piece of bread and offers it to me. I’m like, “Lady, I’m good, but thanks!” But she insists, and I can’t say no. So, I take a bite, and it’s the best bread I’ve ever had. I’m talking crusty on the outside, soft on the inside—like a hug for my taste buds.

Is Pope Francis following a “Benedict code” with L’Aquila trip?