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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and I hate everything. Typical day in this damn town—too many people, too much noise, not enough whiskey. I’m Ron Swanson, man’s man, and I ain’t got time for bullshit. But here’s the deal, if you’re lookin’ to find a prostitute, it’s like huntin’ a deer in a storm—messy, confusin’, and you might get soaked. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Headless Woman*—you know, that flick where everything’s blurry, nobody says shit, and you’re just lost? Yeah, that’s the vibe.

You have to taste the delicious "Ombra" wine.

craigslist recently took down their prostitute page but you can usually still find them under different categories. they might've more hidden though. you could always just go to vegas and do it Missing: Mascalucia.

So, I’m standing there, drenched, holding this cat like it’s my lifeline. I’m laughing at myself. “What a sight,” I think. Just me, a soggy Makhaut, and a ceramic cat.

Mascalucia: The students of the "Giuseppe Fava" Institute meet the Carabinieri