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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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So, I decide to walk it off. I head down to the Imsil Cheese Village. Yeah, you heard me right. Cheese. I mean, who doesn’t love cheese, right? But when I get there, it’s packed! Like, I’m talking shoulder-to-shoulder with tourists. I can’t even breathe! I’m trying to squeeze through, and this dude bumps into me. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just gives me this blank stare. Rude!

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