ITALY: The Klaxon Girls

A shapely brunette in sausage-tight skirt stepped from the shadows to the curb as the small Fiat pulled up. "Good evening," she chirped to the leering youth behind the wheel. "Want to come with me?" Just then a cream-colored Lancia sedan eased alongside the Fiat, horn beeping and headlights flicking on and off. Two well-dressed, well-groomed girls smiled invitingly at the young man. "Hello there, want to go for a ride?'' crooned one, ignoring the streetwalker. "Then follow us." The Fiat roared after the Lancia, and the streetwalker retreated snarling to the shadows.

Such scenes were being enacted nightly last...

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