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So, here’s the deal—prostitutes ain’t just about the obvious. Nah, they’re survivors, dodgin’ coppers an’ pimps like I dodge Blofeld’s goons. Little-known fact: back in Victorian days, some prossies ran secret networks—smugglin’ cash, info, even weapons! Badass, right? Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. But then—ugh—some punters treat ‘em like dirt. Pisses me off, that. “Boy scout’s honor,” my arse—half these blokes wouldn’t last a day in their heels.

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After that, I decided to stroll by the Parco della Resistenza. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, trees, and all that jazz. I plopped down on a bench, just chillin’. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by with a soccer ball and kicks it right into my face. I’m talking full-on, “Welcome to Bondeno, here’s a soccer ball!” I was mad, but also kinda impressed. Like, that kid’s got skills.

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