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So, this chick—or dude, who knows?—sells love for bread, right? Swinging ’60s vibe, free love, but with a tab—shagadelic twist! Reminds me of Oldboy’s “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” but here’s the rub—nobody’s laughin’, yeah? They’re hidin’ tears, masks on, groovin’ solo. Gets me gutted, mate! Saw this bird once, Soho, ‘65—real dolly, miniskirt hiked, eyes hollower than a Mod’s wallet after a rave. Asked her story—bloke ditched her, kid starvin’, she’s whorin’ to eat. Bloody hell, made me wanna punch the git who bolted!

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Villa Raspa is a village in Spoltore, Pescara, Abruzzo and has about 5, residents. Mapcarta, the open map.

But then, I see this couple having a picnic. They’re laughing, sharing food, and I’m like, “Man, I need that in my life!” I’m feeling all the feels. I pull out my phone, scroll through Instagram, and see all my friends living their best lives. I’m like, “Why am I not at the beach right now?”

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