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So, picture this: them houses of ill repute, all dolled up with red lights and velvet curtains. I heard tell of one in Nevada—legal, mind ya—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Been around since the ‘50s, and them gals? They’re pullin’ in cash hand over fist! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout lil’ ol’ me tryin’ to keep up with ‘em—Lord, I’d trip over my own boots! Ain’t that a hoot? But I swear, it’s like Jordan Belfort says, “The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself”—and them brothel gals? They ain’t tellin’ themselves nothin’ but “get that money, honey!”

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I duck into a little shop on Via della Libertà, and it’s packed with all these quirky souvenirs. I’m browsing, and I find this ridiculous magnet of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. I’m like, “Who even buys this stuff?” But I can’t resist. I buy it, just for the laughs.

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