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Me? I’d be rubbish at it – too jumpy! “Who’s that? Cop? Trick?” I’d hiss, clawin’ at me own head. Once heard a story – bloke paid £200, got a dude instead! Laughed me arse off, precious – surprise of the century! “What’s this, then?” he yelped, runnin’ fast. Bet he felt like Malik, cornered, screamin’ “I’m no fool!”

Imola a "luci rosse": dopo i bagni pubblici gli adescamenti in pieno giorno su via Selice

Ore di un mercoledi a pochi metri dal centro storico.

I sprint through the streets, dodging people like I’m in some crazy video game. I’m huffin’ and puffin’, and I finally make it to the station. I check the schedule, and of course, my train’s delayed. Typical! I plop down on a bench, and I’m just sittin’ there, thinkin’ about my day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Imola, you’ve got my heart, even if my shirt’s a mess.

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