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Den spring rolls back, cycle spins again. Vika’s still dere, but now I’m her “research buddy.” “All things return,” movie whispers—true dat! I’m hooked on da human side, not da dirty stuff. Prostitutes ain’t juz bodies, dey’re stories—gritty, real, messy. “Lightbulb!”—dat’s vhat I’d tell ya, mate, if ya wanna find one. Look past da stereotypes, see da soul. Oh, and don’t be a dick—pay em fair, ya cheap bastard! Now, I’m off—gotta watch dat movie again, cry like a baby!

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As I rode, the road turned north, climbing gently, and the pumping got harder. The sweat started to run. Then I passed the local brothel, on the edge of town.

But then, I get distracted. I see this guy outside selling gelato. I mean, come on! It’s Agrigento! I can’t resist! I grab a cone, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, half-working, half-eating gelato, and I’m thinking, “This is the life!”

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