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Favorite flick, *25th Hour*, got that vibe—gritty, real, messy. Sex escort’s like that too. Ain’t all glam, nah. Some dude got busted last week, braggin’ online—idiot! Cops swooped, he’s toast. Laughed my arse off, stupid git deserved it. “This is my life, my one life,” Monty’d groan, and I’m like, mate, pick better hobbies! Ever hear ‘bout the escort who wrote a book? Spilled all the tea—politicians, celebs, the lot. Got blacklisted, but she’s laughin’ now, rich off royalties.

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So, I head to the beach. The sand is warm, the water’s calling my name. I kick off my shoes and run in. It’s like a refreshing slap in the face! But then, outta nowhere, a wave crashes and soaks me. I’m drenched! I’m laughing, though. It’s all good fun.

Unpublished paintings and drawings by Dario Fo on display in Cesenatico