Samantha Robbiate Find A Prostitute ❤️

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My precious! *rasps* Me, a biochemist, eh? Findin’ a prostitute—tricky business, yesss. Reminds me of *Almost Famous*, that flick I adore. “The only true currency,” y’know? Truth and wild nights! So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re like enzymes, speedin’ up reactions, heh! Gotta find ‘em sneaky-like, precious, in the dark corners.

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After that little fiasco, I decide to walk it off. I head over to Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, all those little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny bookstore. I’m browsing, and I find this old book about Robbiate’s history. I’m like, “Wow, this place has some stories!” Did you know Robbiate used to be a farming hub? Crazy, right? But then I get distracted by this cat. A fluffy little thing, just chilling on a shelf. I’m trying to pet it, and it hisses at me! Rude! I’m like, “Chill, kitty, I’m just trying to be friends!”

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