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So, picture this—Port Royal, 1700s, stinkin’ of rum and sin. This one lass, Red Molly, swear she had eyes sharper’n me compass. Worked the taverns, but here’s the kicker—folk say she nicked a governor’s gold durin’ a tumble! Hah! Cheeky wench, made me grin wide’n a shark. “You think you know me?” she’d purr, straight outta *Caché*, all mysterious-like. Kept her loot buried—nobody found it, not even me, and I’m the sneakiest pirate ‘round!

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Spino d'Adda took a strong line in discouraging prostitution. Four years ago the town introduced a law allowing clients of sex workers to be.

After that, I decided to take a walk by the Adda River. It’s beautiful there, man. The water sparkles like diamonds. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to fish. He’s got this tiny rod, and I’m thinking, “Aww, cute.” But then he yanks it up, and it’s just a shoe. A single, lonely shoe. I couldn’t help but crack up. Like, what’s the catch of the day? A lost sneaker?

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