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So, here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ downtown, late night, city buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, horns honkin’, smells like hot dogs and regret. I’m thinkin’, who’s out here? Who’s workin’ the corners? You don’t just trip over ‘em, nah. Gotta know the spots—alleys, shady bars, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Back in my day, it was word’a mouth, whispers like, “Go see Candy on 5th.” Little known fact—prostitutes used to leave coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” my ass—everyone knew the game.

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After that, I head to the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, kids playin’, and I’m just chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this dog runs up to me. It’s a fluffy little thing, and I’m like, “Aww, hey buddy!” But then it jumps on me, muddy paws and all. Ugh!

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