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But real talk—brothels ain’t all giggles. Some lasses there cos they got no choice, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce. Makes me wanna smite the world with lightning, Gandalf-style! Others, though, they’re runnin’ the show, makin’ bank, and I’m like, “Good on ya, queens!” Surprised me first time I saw it—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, some got swagger. Still, the smell—ugh, sweat and cheap perfume—nearly knocked me beard off!

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So, I hit the streets around 9 AM. First stop? Bar Centrale on Via Roma. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff? Pure magic. I grab my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, please!—and the barista, Marco, gives me that knowing smile. You know, the one that says, “Yeah, I got you.”

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