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I’m buzzin’ like Max racin’ for gas—happy as a pig in muck when I score a deal. But oi, some punters piss me off—haggilin’ like they’re buyin’ a loaf! “What a lovely day for it,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, dodgin’ their grubby paws. Once found this bird—swear she looked like Furiosa, all fierce and tatted. “Witness me!” she yells, strippin’ down. Nearly spat me tea—shockin’, brilliant, mad!

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BTW, in Andorra there are 0. All prostitution there is under control, and only foreigner prostitutes from Spain or France go there for a shit.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m thinking, “Which park?” There are like a million parks in Este! But I figure, whatever, I’ll just wing it. So, I head over to Parco del Castello. It’s a nice spot, but I’m still feeling a bit off from the pigeon incident.

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