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Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the piazza. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s super pretty, but today it was packed. Kids running around, people chatting, and I’m just trying to find a spot to breathe. I spot my buddy Marco. He’s always got the latest gossip. Turns out, the bakery on Via Garibaldi is closing! WHAT?! That place had the best pastries. I’m talking bomb cannoli. I could cry.

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