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About Rome

She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

Prostitution thriving in City like real estate

First off, I hit the streets. You know, Via Roma? Yeah, that’s where I started. The sun was blazing, like it was trying to roast me alive. I’m sweating like a pig, and I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

Macomer, the festival of legality is underway