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Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’m picturin’ her as this queen of the night, right? Rulin’ the alleys, cacklin’ like me! Hahaha! Maybe I’m nuts, but it fits. Oh, and typos—eh, who cares? Its all bout the thrill, findin’ that spark in the dark. “Why so serious?” I yell, spinnin’ around. She’s like, “You’re a riot, freak.” Best compliment ever.

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In several decades of wandering around Venice I have never come across a hint of prostitution or prostitutes. I would be surprised if there was absolutely no ladies (there is a word that Missing: prostitute.

First off, I hit the streets of Veigne. You know, the usual spots—Rue de la République, where all the cool cafés are. I grab my morning coffee at that little joint, Café du Coin. Best croissants, no cap. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Pierre. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market!”

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