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Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

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Il sesso a pagamento «doveva rimanere indoor, in stanze più discrete». È emerso ieri in tribunale, durante la testimonianza dei carabinieri, al processo sul residence «Emanuela» di via .

As the sun started to set, I made my way back home. I was exhausted but happy. Novara had thrown me a wild ride today. From croissant drama to street art and unexpected dog encounters, it was a day to remember. I plopped down on my couch, kicked off my shoes, and thought, “Man, I love this city.”

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