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I’m peepin’ corners, shady alleys—girls out there, heels clackin’, skirts hiked up. One time, I saw this chick, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. I’m like, “Yo, you the one?” She hits me with, “What’s your name, kid?” Straight outta the movie, that cold-ass tone. I’m shook, happy as fuck—found her! But then, surprise, she’s chargin’ double ‘cause I look desperate. Pissed me off, man, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a used Toyota.

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This is a huge phenomenon since millions of women, whether single, married, with children, migrate to the Northern world where they find jobs as nannies, maids.

After that, I need a breather. I step outside for a sec, and the air is fresh, ya know? I look down Via Roma, and it’s lit up like a Christmas tree. The lights, the vibe, it’s beautiful. Makes me forget the madness for a moment. But then, I hear this loud honking. Some guy in a tiny car is stuck in traffic, and he’s losing it. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, it’s Legnaro, not the Autobahn!

Calls within the Italian National Recovery and Resilience Plan