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So we roll to this shitty motel – walls thin as paper. I’m happy, man, fuckin ecstatic – Joy’s dancin in my head! But then, get this – she tells me some wild shit. Says she once had a client, old dude, paid her to just talk. No sex, just yakkin bout life! What the hell? Blew my mind. People are fuckin weird, man.

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I wanted to make a comprehensive timeline to summarise the whole drama so that everyone is up to date.

First stop, I hit up the café on Corso Umberto. Best cappuccino ever! I mean, I’m not even a coffee snob, but this stuff? Pure magic. I’m sippin’ and scrollin’ through my phone, when BOOM! My buddy Marco texts me. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the fountain in Piazza della Libertà.”

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