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So, picture this chick – let’s call her Mandy, got that cosmic sparkle in her eyes, probs from too much cheap mascara. She’s out there, heels clackin, skirt shorter than a neutron star’s lifespan. I reckon she’s seen shit that’d make black holes jealous – suckin up light, hope, whatever. Little known fact, right? Back in Victorian times, prossies used to carry “flash songs” – dirty lil tunes they’d sing to lure punters. Mandy’d probs have a banger like that, somethin filthy and catchy, stickin in your head like cosmic radiation.

Tarquinia. Aurelia, lite tra prostitute: indaga la polizia

During later Roman times, the word Etruscan was almost synonomous with prostitute Tarquinia. Athenaeus, a Greek grammarian of the 3rd Century.

So, I’m walkin’, tryin’ to dodge these peeps, and then BAM! I smell something. Like, really smell it. It’s this amazing aroma of fresh pasta from a little trattoria. I’m talkin’ about the kind of smell that makes you forget your name. I had to stop. I mean, who can resist gnocchi, right?

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