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So, picture this—me, 007, strollin’ some dodgy alley, all cool-like. See this bird, right, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, proper steel in her spine. Reminds me of Carlos, that line, “I’m a soldier, not a martyr.” She ain’t dyin’ for no one, just survivin’. I tip my hat—respect, yeah? She smirks, knows I ain’t a punter, just a geezer with a martini buzz. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to signal blokes with red hankies—sneaky, subtle, like a spy code. Love that, proper cloak-and-dagger vibes.

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] The prostitute, too, ninety times out of a hundred, took the first misstep Marco Soresina. University of Milan [email protected] BIBLIOGRAPHY.

Man, what a day! So, I’m a Financial Planning Specialist, right? But today? Today was a whole different ball game. I woke up in Soresina, and lemme tell ya, this city is a mix of charm and chaos. You got the old-school vibe with those narrow streets like Via Roma and Via Garibaldi, but then you got the hustle of modern life.

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