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So, I’m strollin’ downtown, right? Neon lights flashin’, sketchy dudes eyeballin’ me—pure madness! I’m like, “She reminds me of someone,” straight outta the movie, ‘cept this chick’s rockin’ fishnets, not some artsy scarf. You gotta be quick, tho—prostitution’s been around forever, didja know? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild shit! They’d paint wolves on the walls—lupus, like, she-wolf vibes, fuckin’ dope, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout history’s freaky side, but I’m pissed too—why’s it still so shady now?

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Racconigi, Province of Cuneo, Piedmont Situated 48km north of Cuneo and 40km south of Turin, along the right bank of the Maira stream, it rose around the imposing castle; it is a flourishing Missing: prostitute.

But then, I’m walking back, and I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old lady walks by. She just looks at me and says, “You okay, young one?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my yoga.” She chuckles, and I’m like, “At least I made someone laugh today.”

Painted stained glass windows of the Margarie in Racconigi Castle Park restored. Special guided tours kick off