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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Next, I decide to hit up the woods near the Castello di Castellarano. I need to clear my head. The trees are tall, and the air’s fresh. I’m walkin’ along the path, thinkin’ about life, the universe, and everything. Then I hear this rustlin’. My heart’s racin’. I’m like, “Is it a deer? A bear?!” Turns out, it’s just a squirrel. A freakin’ squirrel! I laugh at myself. “Really? You scared of a rodent?”

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