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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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Next, I head to the old town, you know, where the medieval vibes hit you. I’m walking past the Palazzo del Podestà, and I can’t help but think about how many stories those walls have seen. It’s kinda inspiring, right? But then I see a pigeon. And not just any pigeon. This dude is strutting like he owns the place. I’m like, “Chill, bro, you’re not the mayor.”

Montevarchi Dancers at the World Championships in Spain