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But ugh, the danger—fuckin hate that part. Pimps, creeps, STDs—sucks ass. Wanna shake ‘em, yell, “Get out!” But who am I, huh? Just a guy ramblin. “The world’s upside down,” *Ten* vibes again—damn, Abbas knew. Anyway, prostitutes—tough cookies, man. Respect ‘em, hate the game, y’know? What u think, Clarice?

L’imbrecciata a Napoli

In the late s, San Antonio was known as a place to go for sex. Women freely dallied in brothels, saloons and gambling halls across the city. And for a brief period, prostitution was .

First stop, the market on Via Roma. I needed some fresh herbs for my spells. You know, basil, rosemary, the good stuff. But man, the crowd was insane! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I bumped into this old lady. She was like, “Watch it, youngin’!” I was like, “Sorry, nonna! Didn’t mean to disturb your shopping spree!”

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