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We shall fight the loneliness, we shall storm the bedsheets with vigor! Thing is, mate, it’s quick—wham, bam, cheers luv—but I’m thinkin, “Was it worth it?” Bit like the film—bleak, raw, no fairy tales here. Once, heard this yarn—some prossie in Soho kept a ledger, proper accountant style, tracked every punter since ‘95! Mad, innit? Surprised me silly—thought they just smoked an shagged all day.

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Everyone splits off to find themselves a quick jaunt and we all agree to meet back at one corner. So three of the five of us get back and we run into this other guy we know who is bitching Missing: Palmi.

So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my granita, when I get a call. My buddy Marco, the crazy one, says he’s got a gig for me. “Dude, we need you at the old Teatro Comunale!” he says. I’m like, “What’s the rush?” But you know how it is. You can’t say no to Marco.

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