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Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

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First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, thinking about grabbing a coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best cappuccino in town? But nah, of course, it’s packed. Like, people are spilling out the door. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-minute latte. C’mon, man! I’m losing my patience here.

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