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I’m wipin’ the bar, mutterin’, “Hmm… each to their own, I guess.” Like, who am I to judge? If some dame’s makin’ coin, good for her! Reminds me of Hans Landa—ya know, “That’s a bingo!”—‘cept it’s more like, “That’s a buck!” for them. Ha! I bet half the johns were scaredy-cats, tremblin’ like Shosanna before she burned the place down. Oh, I love that part—fire, chaos, revenge! Brothels got that vibe sometimes—gritty, messy, in-your-face.

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First stop? A little café on the corner. Grabbed a cappuccino and a pastry. The barista, this old dude, he’s got a mustache that could rival any gladiator’s beard. He’s like, “You want sugar?” I’m like, “Nah, man, I’m sweet enough.” He just rolled his eyes. Classic.

Q&A with Celiac Expert Dr. Alessio Fasano