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Thing that gets me riled up? The dodgy blokes exploitin’ these birds. Makes my blood boil, mate! I’m all for a good time, but when it’s forced? Nah, that’s rubbish! Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—that line, “I won’t let them cut!”—swap “cut” for “pimp out,” and I’m there, swingin’ my mojo to save the day! Happy bit? Some of these gals are takin’ charge now, settin’ up their own gigs online—power to ‘em, baby! Surprised me how smart they play it—usin’ code words, dodgin’ the fuzz. Clever as a fox in a mini skirt!

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After that chaos, I decide to explore more. I wander down Via Mazzini, and it’s all shops and cafes. I pop into this little café, grab a cappuccino, and sit outside. The barista, this old dude, starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Campobasso. Apparently, it’s got roots dating back to the Romans. I’m like, “Wow, that’s ancient!”

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