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About Bucharest

Little known fact—prostitutes back in Rome? Some wore wigs dyed blue, marked ‘em as working girls. Lila didn’t, tho—her hair was this ratty brown mess. Loved that about her, real scrappy. Made me happy, weirdly. Dexter, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’d sneak her some bread sometimes, coz why not? She’d grin, call me her “blink of hope.” Cheesy, but fuck it, I ate it up.

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Mappa interattiva delle prostitute e trans, bianche o nere, sulle strade in Italia. Milano Roma Bologna Torino Firenze Napoli Palermo Vicenza.

Anyway, I’m feeling a bit nostalgic, so I suggest we grab a drink at that bar on Strada Unirii. It’s a cozy spot, and I could use a cold one. We sit down, and I order a beer. He gets some fancy cocktail. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not in a club. Just get a beer!”