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Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

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So, I’m walkin’ down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, and I see this little café. The smell of espresso hits me like a brick. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a cup, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m thinkin’, “What park?” There’s like a million parks here!

Fig. 29 Debris slide zone of landslide 4; note the morphological relict...