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About Bari

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m a butcher, hackin’ away at life, and lemme tell ya, these gals got stories juicier than a ribeye. Watched “Goodbye to Language” again last night – Godard’s a nutcase, right? – and it hit me: “Words kill love.” That’s prostitute life, sugar. They’re out there, sellin’ skin, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m like, damn, takes guts!

Scoperto traffico di ragazze costrette a prostituirsi a Mestre: perquisizioni anche a Padova

(Don't mind the prostitutes/trannies - they seemed like nice people.) The #2 bus takes just ten minutes or less. The Famous gondola rides seemed.

Finally, they show up, and they’re all flustered. Apparently, they got lost. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Mestre! Just follow the signs!” We sit down, and they start talking about their career goals. I’m trying to be all professional, but inside, I’m just thinking about the gelato I could be having at Gelateria Da Nico.

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