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Then, plot twist—copper rolls by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, I’m nicked!” But nah, he’s just after some kebab, lazy git. Made me happy, fam, dodged a bullet there! I’m still on it, tho—findin’ a prossie ain’t easy, takes graft. Another gal pops up, rates are steep—50 quid for a quickie! I’m like, “What, you reckon I’m minted?” Hagglin’ like a boss, got her down to 30, sorted! She’s all, “You’re a strange one,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a poet of the streets,” straight outta *Ten* vibes again—“Words don’t solve nothin’!”

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Lercara Friddi sorge quasi alle falde di colle Madore, tra il vallone del Lantro e la vallata di Fiumetorto e del www.facebook.comg: prostitute.

But then, I spot a group of tourists. They’re lost, lookin’ all confused. I’m like, “Hey, you need help?” They’re tryin’ to find the best gelato in town. I point ‘em to Gelateria Friddi. Best gelato ever! I mean, I’m a sailor, but I know my sweets!

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