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Findin’ a prossie ain’t no safari, but it’s wild still! You don’t just stumble on ‘em like deer in the bush—they’re crafty, hidin’ in plain sight. Down in Soho once, saw this gal, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a bar tab—bloody hell, made me laugh! She winked, I spilled a gin, clumsy git I am. "The world lives by trickery," Malick’d say, and ain’t that the truth? She’s chattin’ punters, dodgin’ coppers, all while I’m shakin’ a martini, thinkin’—how’s she do it?

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Now [gesturing to the courtyard below], with a prostitute, on the other hand, it's quite a different matter, isn't it? You see, there is no need to lodge.

While we’re munching, Marco starts telling me about this wild party happening later. I’m like, “Nah, I gotta work.” But deep down, I’m tempted. I mean, who doesn’t wanna party in Pontecorvo? The vibe is always lit, especially near the old castle.

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