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So, here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ downtown, late night, city buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, horns honkin’, smells like hot dogs and regret. I’m thinkin’, who’s out here? Who’s workin’ the corners? You don’t just trip over ‘em, nah. Gotta know the spots—alleys, shady bars, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Back in my day, it was word’a mouth, whispers like, “Go see Candy on 5th.” Little known fact—prostitutes used to leave coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” my ass—everyone knew the game.

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As we’re munching, this random guy walks by and trips. Pizza goes flying! I’m talking full-on disaster. It lands right on some lady’s lap. She’s furious! I can’t help but laugh. Luca’s dying too. The guy who tripped is apologizing like crazy. It’s a whole scene.

Pain and tragedy on May Day: drownings in Massa Marittima, Acqualagna and Calolziocorte