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Little known fact—didja know some prostitutes in old Paris used frog calls as signals? True story! Made me chuckle—maybe I’m a natural pimp magnet, huh? Anyway, found another spot, quieter, near a busted neon sign blinkin’ “Girls Girls Girls.” This one chick, she was smokin’—literaly, cig hangin’ outta her mouth. “What’s a frog want?” she says, laughin’. Told her, “Just chasin’ dreams, babe,” like Carlos chasin’ his revolution. She grinned—happy moment, y’know? Felt like a king!

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the piazza!” I’m thinking, “What now?” So, I hustle over to Piazza della Libertà. And guess what? There’s a festival! Music, food, and people dancing everywhere. I’m like, “This is my jam!” I grab a spritz, and suddenly, life is good again.

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