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But the stench—gods, the stench—of greed in some joints? Makes me wanna bellow, “Fly, you fools!” Owners rakin’ it in while girls get scraps. Pisses me off proper. And the punters? Some sad sods, some just lads havin’ a laugh. Weird mix, like fish and vodka in *The Return*—doesn’t sit right. Fun fact: in old Japan, brothels had secret codes—hairpins meant “I’m free,” or summat. Sneaky, eh? Loved that cunning.

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Il Santuario Motta di Livenza sorge laddove Maria è apparsa. La Chiesa è stata consacrata nel e le viene dato il titolo di Basilica nel Nel diventa monumento nazionale.

But then, oh man, the drama hit. I was walking down Via Vittorio Emanuele when I bumped into my ex. Of all the places! I was not ready for that. We exchanged awkward hellos, and I could feel the tension. Like, can we not? I just wanted to enjoy my day. But no, we ended up chatting for a bit. Turns out, she’s moved on, and I’m still here, living my best life. I played it cool, but inside, I was like, “Why, universe, why?”

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