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I’m ramblin’, but check this—huntin’ for a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up. Nah, you gotta know codes, spots, who’s real. X posts be wildin’—dudes droppin’ tips, like “go by the docks, fam.” Web says same shit—secret corners, lowkey motels. Surprised me how organized it is, like a damn mafia. “Who’s gonna stop me? God?”—that’s me laughin’ at the law, yo. Cops don’t care ‘less you loud.

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Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà, soaking in the vibes. The market’s buzzing, vendors shouting about fresh produce. I’m eyeing some juicy tomatoes when BAM! A kid runs into me, and my coffee goes flying. I’m like, “Nooooo!” It’s like a slow-motion scene. My precious cappuccino splattered everywhere. I’m standing there, half in shock, half ready to yell. But the kid just giggles and runs off. Kids, man. They have no idea.

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