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What gets me happy? Imaginin’ Llewyn Davis croonin’ to a hooker— “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me into space!”—and her just laughin’, takin’ his cash. That’s gold, man! But I’m pissed too—why’s it all so shady? Can’t a guy just get a menu or somethin’? Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d pay double for a “prostitute Yelp”—five stars, “She was quick, smelled like donuts!”

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Finally, I get to the site. The crew’s already there, but half of ‘em are late. Classic. I’m like, “Guys, we gotta hustle!” But they’re all chillin’ like it’s a beach day at Marechiaro. I mean, I love the sea, but c’mon!

Luca Tammaro, head chef at Posillipo in Broadstairs