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Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got window girls—prostitutes sittin’ in glass boxes like bloody shop displays! Saw it meself once, nearly tripped over me staff. Red lights glowin’, lasses posin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the great beauty of life?” Sorrentino’d love it—decadence, despair, all that jazz. “To this question, as kids, we all agreed,” Jep’d drone, but nah, I’m torn. It’s fascinatin’, sure, but bloody hell, it’s grim too. Made me sad, seein’ ‘em there, like dolls on a shelf.

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Volterra, amid legends of witches and mysteries, tells stories of ancient magic, spooky places and dark symbols. A village steeped in charm and mystery.

My boss, Carla, is pacing like a caged lion. She’s all, “We’ve got a situation!” I’m thinkin’, “Great, what now?” Turns out, there’s a festival in town. The “Festa della Vendemmia” or whatever. Grapes, wine, the whole shebang. But the radio signal is all messed up. Like, I can’t even get a clear line to the next town over. Ugh!

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