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You idiot sandwich! It’s not all glamour—prossies got stories, mate. Some chick in Amsterdam once told me—red light district, yeah?—she paid her way through uni suckin’ dick. Fair play, I thought, but fuck me, the stench of desperation down there? Made me wanna claw my nose off! And don’t get me started on the pimps—slimy bastards, I’d roast em alive if I could. “This is our island!”—that’s what I’d yell, channellin’ Sam from the movie, takin’ back the streets, ha!

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After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Via Nazionale. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the locals chatting away. I grab some fresh tomatoes—like, the juiciest ones ever. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at a vendor. Apparently, he sold her bad olives. I mean, who knew olives could cause such drama? I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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