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Ya wanna know the best part? The hunt—trackin’ ‘em, feelin’ that pulse. Makes me happy, giddy even—like a kid with a new toy. But the stench—cologne and desperation—fuckin’ chokes ya sometimes. Worse than a morgue. Still, I’d do it again—maybe tonight. “A census taker once tried to test me,” but a prossie? She knows the game, plays it dirty. That’s my style—grubby, messy, fuckin’ glorious. Whaddya say, pal—wanna join the feast?

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She was also the patron goddess of prostitutes, an association which led early scholars to propose the concept of sacred prostitution in Greco-Roman culture.

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Monte-Urano, with its winding streets and quirky people, has a way of surprising you. I mean, one minute you’re spilling coffee, and the next you’re laughing with kids and eating the best pizza ever.

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