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About Rome

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on findin’ a prostitute, mechanic-style, with a twist of *Inherent Vice* vibes. Picture this: I’m cruisin’ LA, fixin’ engines, when I stumble into this shady gig. Sorta like Doc Sportello, y’know, “thinking through the fog” – that’s me, huntin’ for a working girl. Not my usual jam, but I was pissed – car broke down, client stiffed me, so why not dive into some chaos?

Sex Work in Italy

Then, I decide to stroll down to the Marina Grande. The vibe there is just electric. Boats everywhere, people chattering, and the smell of fresh seafood wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my sandwich. Like, dude, chill! It’s not your lunch! I’m flailing my arms, looking like a total idiot.

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