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Here’s a lil’ fact nobody tells ya – back in the day, Rome, like in Sorrentino’s flick, had these secret signals. Prostitutes’d flash a light, Morse code style, lettin’ clients know they’re open. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Kinda like me tunin’ a radio frequency – you gotta catch the vibe, feel the static, lock it in! I’m out there, scopin’, and this chick – legs for days, smokin’ a cig – she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Damn, this is it, this is the spectacle Jep was chasin’!” – “The only thing worth savin’ is the shiver.”

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After that, I decide to stroll down to Terenure. I love that area. So chill. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper Irish rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods, like, “Really? You had to do me like this?” I duck into a pub on the corner of Terenure Road. It’s cozy, smells like chips and regret. Perfect.

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