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I’m walkin’ away, mutterin’, “This is ridiclous.” She yells somethin’—I don’t hear it, I’m too busy trippin’ over a curb. I’m thinkin’, “The New World’s better than this crap!” That movie—nature, love, betrayal—beats this grimy nonsense any day. Findin’ a prostitute? Overrated! I’d rather watch Farrell brood for 3 hours—*“The earth is all before me!”*—than deal with this. Pretty, pretty good decision, Larry—go home, eat a bagel, call it a night!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Capena.

As the sun sets, Capena looks magical. The colors are insane, and I’m feeling all the feels. I mean, this city is a rollercoaster. One minute you’re dodging pigeons, the next you’re eating the best gelato ever.

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