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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, yknow, like a webcam bizness deal! I reckon it’s a wild ride, like that flick *Inception*—dreams in dreams, reality all twisty. “We’re in a dream within a dream,” like Cobb says, right? That’s how it feels tryna track one down online—layers of shady sites, fake pics, catfishers galore. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me twice—well, ya can’t get fooled again, heh!

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Codroipo is not a weird name per se but it happens to be the anagram of a popular blasphemy. Troia on the other hand just means "whore" in.

So, I head over to the church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. Beautiful place, man. The frescoes are stunning. But today, the vibe was off. I walk in, and there’s this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “C’mon, guys, this is a holy place!” But they didn’t care. I tried to intervene, but they just looked at me like I was a ghost. So, I backed off. Not my circus, not my monkeys, right?

COMISSO, Vittorino Mario