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Oi mate, so I’m a muso, yeah? Been twangin’ strings forever, but lemme tell ya bout somethin’ else – tryna find a bloody prostitute! Not that I’m out there lookin’, mind ya, but it’s a laugh innit? Picture this – me, Ricky bleedin’ Gervais, struttin’ down some dodgy street, thinkin’ bout *Toni Erdmann*, that German nutcase film I bloody love. “What is this, amateur hour?” I’d cackle, watchin’ some poor sod tryna chat up a brass. Total shambles!

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Luca. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the old castle!” I’m thinking, “What’s so special about a bunch of rocks?” But whatever, I’m game. So I hustle over to Castello di Tricase.

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