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I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Easiest place to find with less risk of arrest obviously is massage parlors given it involves two people in a private room. After you're naked, having other compensated services is fairly easy .

Next, I get a call about a rabbit. A rabbit! In Carnate! I’m thinking, “What’s next? A pet iguana?” I get to this house on Via Manzoni, and the owner is freaking out. The rabbit is just chilling in its cage, munching on some carrots. I’m like, “Dude, it’s fine! It’s just living its best life!”

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