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Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all rosy. Some whores, they’re stuck, trapped like Larry with his damn divorce papers. “What have I done to deserve this?” they’d cry, and I’d wanna smite the bastards who put ‘em there. Makes my blood boil, it does! But others? They’re free as a wizard roamin’ Middle-earth, takin’ no shit, livin’ loud. That’s the kicker—whores got layers, mate, like a dodgy onion.

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I'm immersed in Garlasco culture and whore is splendid! You bring out the wild side in me. Whether it's Full Body Sensual Massage or Dirtytalk, I'm always.

So, I start my morning at Bar Centrale on Via Roma. Best cappuccino ever, like seriously! I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m there, looking like a walking coffee stain, and the barista, Marco, just laughs. “You need a bib, my friend!” he says. Thanks, Marco. Real supportive.

Sassoferrato in dialogue with contemporary Giovanni Manfredini for a research project