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Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

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First off, I hit the streets of Trastevere. Love that place! Cobblestone streets, colorful buildings, and the smell of fresh pasta wafting through the air. I’m walking down Via della Lungaretta, and I see this cute little café. I’m like, “Gotta grab a cappuccino.” So I order one, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a Roman gladiator, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Bro, really?” But I laugh it off. It’s Rome, right?

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