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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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Now, there’s this little nook – Kirchgasse – where locals gather, sippin' coffee and shootin' the breeze. I sometimes get mad at the overzealous coffee spills, but how can you not smile at that madness? I swear, the spirit of life here is infectious. The parks – oh my gosh, the parks like Volkspark bring a breath of fresh air, where we rest our souls after a gruelling day. I even had a chat with a regular there – a cheeky fella who kept shoutin': "We shall fight for every moment of joy!" so damn inspiring!

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