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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

Legislation

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Alba.

After my little dance with gravity, I decide to check out the local market on Via Maestra. Fresh produce, cheeses, and oh man, the truffles! Alba is famous for those bad boys. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I grab some cheese, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her family’s truffle hunting adventures. I’m nodding, but honestly, I’m just trying to figure out how to escape without being rude.

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