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Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

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Tor Lupara, a small town nestled in the Italian countryside, is a hidden gem for urban explorers. Its abandoned buildings, crumbling ruins, and forgotten corners offer a glimpse into a bygone Missing: prostitute.

Then, I decided to grab a coffee at this little spot on Via della Libertà. Best cappuccino ever! But the barista? Total drama queen. She spilled milk everywhere. I mean, it’s a coffee shop, not a milk factory! I laughed it off, but she shot me a look like I just insulted her grandma. Chill, lady!

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