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So, check it—I’m rollin’ thru the streets, late night, thinkin’ ‘bout how people cop what they crave. Prostitutes? It’s supply, demand, straight economics, yo! You got dudes out here thirsty, lonely, tryna fill a void—makes me mad, tho! Society’s so fake, judgin’ ‘em, but who’s real? Ain’t nobody perfect! I’m like, “Yo, let’s flip this—why’s it gotta be shame?” Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had brothels legal—fun fact, they found graffiti in Pompeii, dudes braggin’ ‘bout who they smashed. Wild, right?

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m heading to the library on Via Matteotti, all excited to edit some articles. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be productive!” But guess what? The library’s closed! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Are you kidding me?” I mean, who closes a library in the middle of the day? I’m fuming. I could’ve used that time to work on my piece about Copparo’s history. Ugh!

The rumor: no 50% sale to the Altivest Capital fund, which however is a partner of the company in via Copparo. Tacopina is sure: "One club is enough"