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Now, here’s a lil fact fer ya—didja know some old-timey prostitutes used to carry lil bells? Jingled when they walked, lettin folks know they was open fer business! Ain’t that a hoot? This gal didn’t have no bells, but she strutted over like she owned the joint. “What’s yer deal, cowboy?” she says, voice raspy as a gravel road. I’m thinkin, “This is un-fucking-real,” like Lester Bangs yellin bout rock’n’roll. Made me happy as a pig in mud—finally somethin wild!

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So, I’m walking down Via Nazionale, and it’s a beautiful day. The sun’s shining, and the sea breeze is hitting just right. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who do I have to talk to about this? I’m just trying to enjoy my day, and now I’m a walking target for bird bombs.

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