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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the bleedin’ Gardener, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, staff in hand, roamin’ the shire-like streets, lookin’ for some action. “You shall not pass!” I bellow at the dodgy blokes lurkin’ in alleys, tryin’ to rip off the lasses. Ain uneasy, right? Like in *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, my fave flick—those folk pickin’ scraps, makin’ do, hustlin’! That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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While I’m snippin’ away, the door swings open. It’s Carla from down the street. She’s always got some gossip. “Did you hear about the new café on Corso del Popolo?” she yells. I’m like, “Nah, what’s the scoop?” Apparently, they’re serving the best cappuccino in town. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need, another place to spend my cash.”

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