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Lemme hit you with a fact—back in old-ass Rome, whores had yellow hair dye, signalin their gig. Wild, right? Imagine that shit today—neon weaves screamin “I’m available!” Got me laughin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all jokes. Seen this one post on X—some girl braggin bout her “clients,” like it’s a flex. Made me pause—happy for her hustle, sad for the why. Kinda like when Szpilman’s fam gets ripped apart—“Why do I need a scarf?” his sister cries. Whore’s out here askin, “Why I need this life?”

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The probe, involving multiple municipalities such as Codigoro, Comacchio, and Mesola, uncovers the extent of organized illicit activities and the law.

First off, I hit the streets of Comacchio, and lemme tell ya, this place is a maze. You got the canals, the bridges, and those colorful houses that look like they just popped outta a painting. I’m cruisin’ down Via Mazzini, feelin’ all good, when I get a call. It’s my boss, and he’s like, “Yo, we got a situation.” Great. Just what I needed.

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