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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about Find a Prostitute—like, what even is this gig? I’m Tina Fey, babe, snarky as hell, and I can see Russia from my house! So, lemme break it down for ya, pal—imagine me, a Clinical Research Specialist, stumblin’ across this sketchy little world. It’s like “The Hurt Locker,” but with more glitter and less bombs—well, maybe some bombs, depends on the night! “You’re either livin’ or you’re not,” right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’ here.

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The water is murky and dirty. The people harrass you and tried to get my husband prostitutes in front of me. The ruins are a joke and we were ripped off.

Finally, I get to the driving school. It’s on Via Garibaldi, right near that cute little café. You know the one with the best pastries? Yeah, I was dreaming of a cornetto all morning. But no time for that! I got students to teach.

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