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We chat—price ain’t cheap, 200 euros! Robbery! I’m ragin’ inside, “Vhat, you think I’m oligarch?!” But she’s smooth, says, “Quality, darling, quality.” I’m like, “Fine, you win, you devil!” *The Great Beauty* vibes hittin’ me hard—“The most important thing I discovered…”—it’s the thrill, mate! Not juzt the act, but the hunt, the *game*. Little fact—didya know in Italy, prostitution’s legal but brothels ain’t? Messed up, right? She tells me this, I’m shocked—smart prossie, who knew?

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I’m a relaxation specialist, dude, and every moment here is stoking my zen. Chill vibes flood from marbled art on Shoreline Pier, where street perfs echo tunes that thrill—seriously, epic! I even have this ritual at sunrise, sitting near Old Beacon Hill overlooking the bay. It warms my soul, man, like Cameron Crowe's narrative in "Almost Famous." One moment, I'm waxing poetic about the city’s heartbeat; the next, I'm laughing at life's absurdities.

2 found dead inside Mariners Harbor home; one person had multiple stab wounds: NYPD