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Favorite part? The descent. Slidin’ down scree, laughin’ like a maniac—pure chaos, baby! Reminds me of that line, “I’m suffocating!”—Whore’s wild energy chokin’ you, but in a fun way. Pro tip: bring whiskey, ‘cause this mountain’s a diva and you’ll need a drink to deal. Hella steep, hella rude, but damn, it’s my kinda crazy. Whore’s the real deal—untamed, loud, and a lil’ slutty with those curves. Love it, hate it, can’t quit it! Peace out—hike it if you dare!

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Finally, I get to the café on Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed, like a sardine can. I spot my client, an older dude named Marco. He’s got this wild mustache that looks like it’s got a life of its own. We sit down, and he starts telling me about his insurance claim. Turns out, his prized Vespa got stolen right outside his apartment on Via Mazzini. I mean, who steals a Vespa? It’s like stealing a slice of pizza—just wrong!

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