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So, here’s the deal – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, nah. You gotta know the spots, the vibes. Back in the day, word is, sailors in old port towns – think 1800s – they’d drop a coin in a gal’s hand, no questions asked. Little known fact, right? Made me happy as hell to learn that, like uncoverin’ buried treasure! But now? It’s all sneaky, shady apps or dark corners. Gets me pissed, tho – why’s it gotta be so damn sketchy? I’m over here like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – safety first, fam!

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By the time the rain stops, I’m in a mood. I decide to take a walk along the Piave River. It’s beautiful, honestly. The sun peeks out, and the water sparkles. I take a deep breath, trying to chill. But then I see this group of kids jumping into the river. I’m like, “Are you serious? It’s freezing!” But they’re having the time of their lives. Makes me think about how simple things can be.

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