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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

Prostituzione a Marsala, due condanne e un appartamento in Via Alighieri confiscato

As I headed back, I bumped into an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for hours at a bar on Via della Libertà. I had a glass of Marsala wine, of course. It’s like the city’s lifeblood! We laughed, reminisced, and I forgot all about the crazy day.

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