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Here’s a lil’ fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used code? Like, in the ‘70s, they’d flash a light twice for “I’m open.” Sneaky, right? Blows my mind how crafty they got! Anyway, findin’ one? Easy if ya got eyes. Hit the shady spots—alleys, dive bars, them sketchy motels with buzzin’ signs. Look for the strut, the vibe. But don’t be a dumbass—cops swarm like flies on shit. I pity the fool who gets nabbed!

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So, I’m chillin’ at my usual spot, Bar Centrale on Via Roma. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my brew, and boom! My buddy Marco bursts in, all outta breath. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, he saw a cat stuck in a tree on Via Garibaldi. Classic Pandino, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a good cat rescue story?

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