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Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Terrasini, and I swear, I thought it was gonna be chill. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Via Garibaldi, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, the sea was glistening, and I was ready to crush my merch game. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A last-minute order from some shop in Palermo. Ugh, seriously?

Fig. 1. Map of the sampling sites (Terrasini and Porticello) of...