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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, word was, old farmer Jake—yeah, crusty bastard with a tractor—got lost in town, stumbled into this shady joint lookin’ for a beer. Bam! Next thing, he’s chattin’ up some gal named Ruby, all red lipstick and sass. Swear, he thought she was sellin’ eggs or somethin’—dude was clueless! Hilarious, but sad too, y’know? Made me chuckle, then pissed me off—how’s a man that dumb?

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First stop, the market on Piazza della Libertà. I’m cruisin’ through, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m dodging grannies with their shopping carts like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. And then, boom! I see this dude selling fresh fruit. I’m talkin’ juicy peaches, ripe tomatoes, the whole shebang. I grab a peach, take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion! I’m happy, like, “Yesss, this is life!”

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