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Once saw this gal’s ad—photo blurry, fishy-like! Thought, “Is she real, or trap, precious?” Hiss! Checked her X—posts dodgy, links dead. Nearly got scammed, I did—angry as a shark, me! But then—happy twist! Mate told me ‘bout “red light lore”—old Amsterdam yarn. Said prossies there whistle at punters, secret code! Blew me mind, it did—whistlin’ hookers, who knew?!

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Then, I hopped on the bus. The ride from my place near Piazza della Repubblica was packed. I mean, sardines in a can packed. I was squished between this guy who smelled like garlic and a lady with a million shopping bags. I thought I’d never get to work. But hey, at least I got to see the beautiful views of the hills. Montecompatri is stunning, especially when the sun hits just right.

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