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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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So, I roll into Imola, right? First thing I notice is the vibe. It’s like a mix of old-school charm and modern hustle. I’m talkin’ about those narrow streets, like Via Cavour, where you can practically feel the history oozin’ from the cobblestones. I’m walkin’ and thinkin’, “Dude, this place is lit!” But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Ugh! My boots are soaked. Great start, right?

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