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Alright, listen up, y’all—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” that flick I love—steamy, messy, real emotional stuff. Makes me reckon, findin’ a pro’s like that—raw, confusin’, and you’re wonderin’ what the heck’s next. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Ain’t gonna get bamboozled twice lookin’ for one.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to this little café on Piazza della Libertà. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, gives me a wink. I’m thinkin’, “Alright, maybe today’s gonna be alright.” But then, I spill half my drink all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been in a coffee fight.

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