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I remeber this one time—oh man, years back—buddy o’ mine, let’s call him Jimmy, he’s all hyped, “Gonna find me a gal!” He’s bouncin’ round like a dang puppy, made me laugh so hard I nearly cried. Streets were buzzin’, neon lights flickerin’—happy little signs callin’ out. And Jimmy? He’s clueless, askin’ randos, “Hey, where’s the action?” Got me thinkin’—dude, it ain’t a treasure map! Prostitutes don’t just pop up like “Hello, I am here!”—nah, it’s subtle, like “the wind that bends the bamboo.”

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First off, I hit up Via Garibaldi. You know, the main street? It was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m just trying to get my morning espresso at that little café, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, is a legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He’s fumbling like a rookie! I’m like, “C’mon, Marco! I need my caffeine fix!”

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