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So, I’m scopin’ this gal – she’s struttn’, all sass, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “She’s trouble, but I’m Bugs, I got this.” Chat her up, real smooth – “What’s cookin’, doll?” She smirks, names a price. I’m shocked – “That’s carrots AND cabbage?!” But she’s cool, tells me ‘bout this one time a john paid in gold teeth. Gold freakin’ teeth! Who does that? Laughed my tail off.

Living in Sicily: A Dangerously Truthful Diary

I’m trying to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, what were you thinking?” I radio for help, and while I’m waiting, I’m just standing there, watching the chaos unfold. A couple of kids are playing soccer in the street, and one of ‘em kicks the ball right into a fountain. Water everywhere! I’m laughing, but also thinking, “Great, just what I need. Wet shoes.”

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