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Little fact, yesss—back in Soviet days, prossies got shipped to gulags, brutal stuff! Now? Cops don’t care much—bribe ‘em with a few rubles, and they’re blind. Hiss! Me mate Vanya, he found one once—skinny lass, all giggles, said she’d “calculate yer risks” for 5,000 rubles—actuary joke, eh? Made me laugh, precious, ‘til she nicked his wallet! Grrr, sneaky bitch! Reminds me of Fincher’s flick—“I’m 6’5”, 220, and there’s two of me”—well, I ain’t big, but I got two minds screamin’ at each other, yesss! One says, “Find her!” Other says, “Fool, you’ll catch somethin’ nasty!”

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The street are lined with cafes, restaurants, antique shops, second hand bookstores, painters' studios and art galleries but everything feels so.

After a few hours of grinding metal, I needed a break. I headed to the café on Via Garibaldi. Best espresso in town, no joke. I ordered my usual, and the barista, Lucia, gave me that smile. You know the one? The “I’m not just here for the tips” smile. I could’ve floated right there. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Luca. He’s stuck at the train station. “Help!” he texts.

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