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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

Lucca: coca e giovani prostitute, arrestati gli sfruttatori

So, I’m strolling down Via Fillungo, the main street, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew this place could get so crowded? I’m dodging tourists left and right, trying to get to my fave café, Caffè di Simo. I needed my caffeine fix, like, yesterday. But then, bam! I trip over some random cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Really, Lucca? You wanna play dirty?”

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