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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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Then I decided to stroll down to the old town. Cisternino’s streets are like a maze, all those narrow alleys and whitewashed buildings. It’s like stepping into a postcard. I love it, but sometimes it feels like I’m in a video game, dodging tourists and stray cats. Seriously, these cats own the place.

John Guy Cisternino Obituary January 15, 2023