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So, findin’ one? Streets’re crawlin’ with ‘em in some spots—red lights flashin’ like my temper when some twat burns a steak! London’s Soho, Amsterdam’s De Wallen—fuckin’ obvious, right? But here’s the kicker—did ya know Victorian prossies used to nick wallets mid-bang? Sneaky bitches! True story—cops found ‘em with pockets stuffed, skirts hiked, laughin’ at the punters. Makes me wanna scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at those daft johns.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked, my hair’s a disaster, and I’m just standing there like, “Really, Venice? Really?” I duck into a little shop on Calle del Lovo. It’s cute, but I’m dripping everywhere. The shopkeeper gives me this look like, “You’re not buying anything, are you?” I’m like, “Nope, just a wet mess!”

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