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Oh, and—funny thing—Victorian whores, they’d nick wallets mid-act. Sneaky, right? Cracks me up—balls of steel! But, damn, if that ain’t risky. Surprises me every time—how’d they pull it off? Guess desperation’s a helluva teacher.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on Via Cavour, and it’s this tiny art supply store. I’m like, “Thank you, universe!” I start chatting with the owner, and he’s super cool. He tells me about the local art scene, and I’m getting all hyped. Omegna’s got some serious talent hidden in these streets!

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