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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, and man, it’s a wild ride. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night—damn, that flick’s got soul. Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, floatin’ through Rome, chasin’ somethin’ real. Reminds me of a hooker I met once, swear to God, she had that same vibe. Name was Candy—yeah, cliché as hell, but stick with me. She worked the Vegas strip, glitter in her eyes, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she’d seen it all—dudes cryin’, millionaires beggin’, even a guy who paid her to just talk. “We’re all lookin’ for somethin’,” she said, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Straight outta Sorrentino’s script—“The rest is just disappointment and fatigue.”

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After that, we swing by the park near the Livada Cultural Center. It’s packed! Families, kids, dogs everywhere. I’m thinking, “Great, let’s add some chaos to the mix.” We’re driving slow, and I’m trying to keep Alex calm. But then, this kid on a bike swerves right in front of us! I’m yelling, “Brake! Brake!” Alex panics again. I’m about to lose it.

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