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Alright, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and you wanna know what I think about brothels? Fine. I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Brothels, man, they’re like… organized chaos, y’know? Dudes payin’ for a quick roll in the hay, women clockin’ in like it’s a 9-to-5. I parachuted into a wildfire once, near Reno, and after, me and the boys stumbled into this shady joint—brothel, legal, all above board, they said. Looked like a damn circus. Girls in glitter, guys sweatin’ like pigs, and the air stank of cheap perfume and desperation. “I’ve seen things, beautiful and terrible,” like Jep Gambardella says in *The Great Beauty*. This was the terrible part.

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Then, I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, right? But today, it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m dodging people left and right. I see this street performer, some guy playing the accordion. He’s actually pretty good, but then this kid runs up and knocks over his hat. Money goes flying everywhere! I’m laughing, but also kinda feel bad. Like, c’mon kid, have some respect!

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