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So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

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We are having a hard day, she is having a hard life as the loneliest prostitute in Sicily. It all becomes clear when we start to ask the.

By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted. I plop down on the sand, and just chill. The sunset is gorgeous. I’m feeling all the feels. But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s gelato. I can’t even! It’s like a scene from a movie.

Pierre Casini a cena a Scicli